I got me a job.
See, even though I *want* to sit by the pool of our apartment and count floaters (no, not those kind) day in and day out, it’s just not practical. Someone has to pull down a job to pay for the fact that I am eating my body weight in Panang curry each day. Turns out, that person might as well be me.
Surprisingly enough, it didn’t take me long to land one.
(you were surprised, weren’t you?)
Behold, my new boss:
Now, I am employed doing very important work on the Internets for Hub’s startup. I’ve requested to be named Chief Internet Warrior Princess, but you know how slowly things get done when they have to go through an imaginary HR department. Conversely, in the news of progress, I’ve been working going on three weeks now and so far haven’t been canned.
I begin each day by sauntering 15 paces from the bedroom to my “office” in the living room. It’s pretty low key, although I’m brainstorming office drama to stir up. Throw ideas at me if you have them.