The long-awaited interview yesterday? Fabulous! Like a really rockin’ hot blind date, except instead of sex, a job offer. Which was almost just as good. But not really. We hit it off so extraordinarily, that I didn’t lie about anything. In fact, I told her what I don’t know, to which she said, “Stop talking. You had me at your letter. I just wanted to meet you in person.”
Tornadoes, puke and copywriting
Let’s just say this working, not working, freelancing, stay-at-home, flex-time, tele-commuting, blogging life I’m living is not really an on-ramp, off-ramp situation. It’s more like the movie we’ve all seen but never admit to: Chevy Chase’s European Vacation. Remember? “Look kids, Big Ben!” Constant chaos, but with moments of clarity, beauty and humor that make the trip worthwhile. Take for instance, my first, real, live, paying, back-to-work experience in um, let’s say, about 2½ kids: