I am currently employed on a part-time basis. That surely is a sign that the sky is falling. It's just a little writing and editing over at Slippy University twice a week. When she asked me if I'd be interested in doing some part-time freelance work, I told her I would be. Nepotism rules.
My first day was fun. I got to wield a red pen, thrash at some articles, proof some items and such. I sit in a cute office with a nice view of a busy city street and Slippy is right on the floor below me. Smoke breaks and lunch twice a week with Slippy--how lucky am I? It's like Take Nora To Work Day every Tuesday and Thursday!
So, while I'm playing the role of freelance writer twice a week, my little Baby Cakes is living it up at my pre-school alma mater. His first day was great. When the Mister and I dropped him off on Tuesday, he barely spared us a backward glance. He was off and running. When I picked him up, he kind of looked up at me like, "Oh, you're here, too? Cool. Here, hold this block for me, wouldja?" He totally charmed the staff and got good reports for his first day--of course!
Anyway, I imagine this new chapter in my life might yield interesting stories to share. Or not. Depending on who might be reading ...
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Bring your own coffee mug, don't wanna be catching herpes at that school of ill repute
Damn straight. When we play beer-pong at lunch, I will definitely bring my own cup.
Speaking of school, I'm on my way to my midterm this morning, stopping at the coffee shop, and this guy in line for coffee behind me says, "did you hear, somebody just lit himself on Fire in red Square!". And I'm thinkin, "you fucker! you are not going to fuck up my midterm!". And then there was a guy dressed up as a sasquatch lurking in the bushes as I went down to the lab this evening.
Oh, Luke. I've missed you so! You're funny. Sasquatch in the bushes...
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