I miss fun
So apparently the way to get a decent job title is to be skinny and blonde.
One is doing work I used to do and LOVE once upon a time. Of course, I never had a chance to get good at it because, well, my primary job became round-the-clock.
A pattern, eh.
Another pattern: I could do what I love or I can do what I’m good at and/or that nobody else wants to do or can do or, let’s face it, can do well.
Or AS well, I guess.
Wonder which side of 9 p.m. I’ll see tonight …