Today was the luckiest day.
Needless to say I began my day scouring the "free" section on Craigslist, because, well, it's free. Someone was offering 24 Southwest airline drink coupons for the nominal fee of something interesting in return. I offered up what I could: shitty bike, decibel meter, old wet shoes, and even my beloved "Where's Yan?" t-shirt. By the end of the day I was to find out that the decibel meter, and, for some reason, the "Where's Yan?" t-shirt would seal the deal.
As if this weren't enough to having me glowing (and always drunk while in transit), it turns out that this cock-eyed scheme's initiator is a famous writer. And he —to my dismay not Cormack McCarthy— lives only two blocks away. He also (possibly on purpose) failed to realize that half of the coupons he gave me are expired but I will extort him for compensation on a later date. What's more important is that he writes for the same paper I will be copy editing.
That's right. I will be copy editing a paper. I got a job! A job that is even (mostly, and with a trusting leap of the imagination) in the same field in which I am interested and it has nothing, NOT ONE THING, to do with making sandwiches. Okay, so copy editing isn't exactly what I had in mind when I set out to become a famous writer, but it's a start. And my job is exciting and will be great and it will be nothing like what my friend Chris suggested would likely be a daily scenario: http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2008/jul/23/mediamonkey.
This job also means that I got to put in my two days —poor man's version of two weeks— at the deli. I am still unsure what kept me from going out on break today and not returning. For now I'll call it severe moral rectitude.
I also found a dollar. For those of you who saw me pick it up, it is my damn dollar, so go to hell.
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