This is the memior of a klutz
This is the memior of a klutz. A klutz who surrounds herself with other klutzes. It was the winter of 2006. I was a college freshman with a shiny new Macbook Pro, perfect for my major in Graphic Design. I loved that computer. Everything about it. And one day my roommate, and evil spawn of satan “Greta” decided to spill lemonade all over my laptop and not tell me. Needless to say, she bought me a new one. A brand new, shiny, MacBook Pro, the second one in my possession. It treated me well, got me through the good times and the bad. I think it became a part of me. Then, in the summer of 2009 there was a terrible accident. Wine was spilled all over the poor replacement and it was curtains for it. With the economy the way it is, I had to find some way to make money to fix it, right? Well after some research I stumbled upon Mechanical Turk. It was a godsend. Now I turk every day. It’s like an addiction. And I owe it all to being a klutz.
