New new

I was still at the print-shop half an hour before my flight boarded. Cutting my fringe as I drove to the airport. Polishing my nails on my tray-table, and gluing in bits to my portfolio.

Two hours and a lot of traffic later, I was sitting in a boardroom high in an office building on the waterfront downtown. The walls were all glass, I could see the seagulls, tiny in the distance, dive-bombing waves.

"So what do you want to be doing in ten years?" He asked.
I laughed. "That really is a job-interview question isn't it?"
He stuttered a bit, but I cut him off. I actually get excited by the future now. By dreams.

At some bleary time around 8am the next morning, my phone rang. I stumbled for it, missed it. Called back. And then, suddenly I was very awake.


My extra well-paid, fun, creative new job starts in two weeks!