Once again I’ve slipped into a ‘between employment vacation/recuperative interlude.’ I must stress the following, and I can’t stress it enough: Who Cares. I am beer drunk. I am job market wise. Job market wiser, anyway. You learn things with all these licks you take, you really do. The next people….HAHAHAHA….God help em. The next people who have to deal with me – I almost pity them. Or: I envy them. Or, I simply say: who cares.
Plenty of false starts and spasms between periods of employment on this particular individual’s resume. One thing though: my resume is 100% true, even though the compulsion to write fiction is always trying to force its way out.