The interview

Today I was sitting at the coffee shop, in part pretending to do work and in part reminding myself that I am staying away from the sauce, thus making working at my usual bar not an option for today.

In a feeble attempt at finding out what people with day jobs do, and how I can get one I asked a fellow writer that belongs to a writers group I frequent what he did to earn the Benjamin’s. I was Hoping of course that he would answer “I sit around all day smoking cigarettes, drinking Tuacca, reading People online, scratch my ass, and occasionally talk about how much better I am than the rest of the world.” This would then be followed by his description of his six figure salary, company convertible car, and nice ass loft downtown. He would continue to tell me about his boss who has seven vacation homes and is often in need of house sitters (and sends you in his private jet to them) is hiring, and in fact has no need to see my resume, I am hired. I would then be instructed to show up tomorrow morning or afternoon or when ever the hang over wears off, however my pay is to start immediately, and I in fact will be getting paid twice what my writers friend makes solely based on the fact I have boobies.

His response however, much to my surprise went more like this …

“Oh, THAT! By day I'm the disciplinarian at an all-girls English-style boarding school specializing in troubled young ladies with a history of nymphomania and an interest in a career as a professional cheerleader.

By night I write religious tracts for the Mormons.

Ehn. It's a living.”

It’s just not fair. He gets to have his dream job…

Conversation and my day of entertainment courtesy of http://www.dwightwriting.blogspot.com/