Looks as though my misplaced job has found a little piece of itself. Part time. For now.
- Time to muster up the discipline not to ask questions before others are done talking
- Time to muster up the testosterone to reply in short, muscular, phrases
- Most of all, time to blow dry my hair. I just hate holding my arm up in the air for that many minutes in a row.
But that’s what they pay me for. And that’s what I spent 30 years learning how to do. Except I still don’t have the hang of the blow drying thing.