It's been ... some weeks since we've last met in this space, this space being a blog post where I tell you that 1 thing I'm going to get done that I have to get done, and then you, if you play along, tell me the 1 thing you got done that you have to get done, and then we all feel satisfied and accomplished for a day, or a moment, or no time at all.

Michael Worth is a 25-year-old chef who was offered a job cooking meals for a prominent hedge fund manager on a private Gulfstream G550. He talked to Cincinnati magazine about what his job is like, and how the job is allowing him to pay off his student loans much faster than he thought it would be paid off.

Lapham's Quarterly's "Worst Jobs in the World Matrix" is fun to look at—even if I know I would have totally been a "Spit Boy" in 1530.

In the Guardian, 15 people talk anonymously about their jobs and it's fantastic.

Mental Floss has a list of best-selling authors and their experiences with rejection. I remember being rejected from a paid internship I really wanted when I was a fresh-faced graduate. You get used to seeing rejections when you're young and starting out, but this one particularly hurt because I had interviewed with four of the senior editors in the office, and had my hopes up. Years later, the same company contacted me and offered me a staff job, which I turned down because I was already happy with what I was doing. Rejection is not the end of the world, though it can feel like it at the time.

After graduating college, I pulled together a poetry tour of the East Coast with three friends. We couch-surfed and split small sums from homemade book sales and venue entry fees. Our biggest check—$2,000—came from working with a small city’s public library. That money made it possible for us to break even after a month on the road, but only just. It was a start, we thought.

Years later, one friend is in graduate school for archival science; another is in school to become a Unitarian Universalist minister; and the third works at cash-for-gold stand in the mall. I schedule appointments at the office of a moving company.

None of us have been able to rely on writing as a sole source of income. None of us have jobs in the arts that pay our rent. There was a time when this would have surprised me.

Genevieve Smith didn't care about money, but then she did. Her essay for Elle on the the evolution of her opinions on the stuff, and why she eventually sought out more of it, is super—especially her honesty.

Our pals at Planet Money asked a bunch of economists to give some graduation advice to the batch of college graduates who will be applying for jobs and entering the workforce soon.

Carson Daly’s got it, and Ryan Seacrest doesn’t. (Daly: “I choose to have a family … I don’t know how he has a minute in his day.”)

Meanwhile this guy in the WSJ thinks it’s impossible (“Asked in a interview with The Wall Street Journal if the company has a work-life balance, the 57-year-old billionaire, a former coal trader, says: ‘No. We work. You don’t come here to take life easy. And we all got rich from it, so, you know, there’s a benefit from it.’”)

A Boston Globe reporter spent eight nights as a licensed cabbie in Boston to get a "driver's side view of Boston's taxi industry," which mostly consists of immigrants struggling to get by.