If I wanted a bad one I could offer my book for free and let
some poor schlub who doesn't read in my genre tell me how unhappy they are.
There's a degree of superhuman confidence to a ballpark proposal that is required, whether you are a millionaire who just clinched a title or
a poor schlub in the bleachers who's just hoping for your run - of - the - mill happily ever after.
I am tired of reading how a «conventional life» is inferior and you should quit your boring life and «travel like me» implying their path in life is better than that of «all
the poor schlubs» as you put it that live vicariously through their blogs.
Instead of «look to your left, look to your right; one of you won't be here at graduation,» it's «look to your left, look to your right; starting networking with
the poor schlubs you'll be sitting next to at your swearing - in ceremony.»
Not exact matches
It both gets old quickly and also feels frustratingly similar to plaing a Roadrunner cartoon in which your target is the fleet - footed bird and you're the
poor, starving
schlub strapped to the rocket and headed straight for the cliff.
To be fair, it also rips off, shot for shot, moments from Sam Raimi; from Reservoir Dogs in a
poor, bleeding - out
schlub dubbed «Dead Man» (Akie Kotabe), who fans of «The Simpsons» will recognize as Frank Grimes; and from Luc Besson, in particular (and if you're a carbon copy of Besson, the image fidelity is a field of giant pixels at this point).
She gets to go to trial and do document reviews, while the
poor Megafirm
schlub, shown here covered in Post-It notes, only gets to do document reviews.