I’m Not Looking for an Office Romance; I Just Want an Umbrella in My Drink
I just completed my third and what I hope to be the final move of the summer. For at least six months I’ll be living in a house, with one cat, two bedrooms, and a wonderfully open downstairs. There’s a porch swing in front and a massive backyard, perfect for croquet. My foray into the world of Villa Lighting (The lighting le-eader!) is going over well, as I’m busy with billing these blue tickets into invoices. It’s actually sort of complicated, and the demand that I sit in a building with no windows (it’s supposedly designed that way so no one can get shot, according to the VP :-)) is quite unbearable, but I enjoy the work, the people are dandy fine, the pay is great, and the hours are incredibly flexible. I also may be next in line for the use of the company car and the trip to Cancun. I’m moving up, you could say. Oh, and the house in the Lake is booked for early July for me. I also have lunch brought to me every day by a measly peon who also does my laundry, waters my plants and shines my shoes. And last week I got a promotion. Ok, so none of that after “incredibly flexible” is true. But you never know…
