Wednesday, April 13, 2011

BORING.

I worked a full day at my other job today.

(In my head, the word "other" is full of disdain.
Like the phrase "the other woman.")

My other job.
(The other woman.)
In the box office of a theatre here in town.
But today I was in the call center, taking reservations.
In a room about the size of my bedroom.
Alone.
For eight hours.

WAY not as fun as Starbucks.
Just saying.

In other news,

Shameless plug:
Read this week's Why Wednesday post:
When Good Writers Go Bad!

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