Working Girl

Guess what, y'all? I got a job! In an office! At my favorite magazine! It's only for the summer, but that's just fine because once the summer is over, all the rich people will be back from the Hamptons and looking for personal chefs, and I should have figured out contracts and rates and recipes and menus and whatnot by then. It also means I get to buy work clothes, because it's been over a year since I worked in an office and I've gotten fat since then, and I'm guessing I can't wear boxers and tank tops to work, which is what I usually wear at home. And since I'm being hired for mostly techie stuff, I'll still have creative energy left over to work on my demented screenplay with Curly, and maybe get that young adult novel that I've been kicking around in my head down on paper. Also, Fridays off, which means ample beach time. Plus, money to go to Puerto Rico with TYM to celebrate our two year anniversary. This summer's going to be pretty great, I'm thinking.