I had a kick-ass interview today at 10:00 am, a short 23.5 miles away. A perfect job. A job is fabulously perfect when you read the ad and think: I could do that. And that. And I can do that, and that too! Like matching winning lottery numbers. Check, check, check! And it’s part-time! And tele-commute! And pay is somewhat normal. Okay, maybe not normal, normal, but definitely more than most.