For those of you who don’t know it, I quit my job in July. Since then, I have been living off my good looks and great personality. In my basement. With frogs and lizards. Well, the day has come, and I am finally workin’ for the man again. In this case, the man happens to be the same company that I have been doing consulting for since quitting my last job in July, so I have exchanged higher wages and the ability to do whatever I want (work, pick belly-button lint, or read novels for 3 days straight) for job stability, employer-paid insurance and a company laptop. I hope the man is gentle with me, but not in a compassionate-conservative, drug you and touch you kind of way. Fortunately, I am still working remotely, so I don’t have to get a pair of office sweats or start shaving/bathing/grooming on a regular basis yet. Wish me luck!

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