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04.10.2002
I am employed once again.
While expressing happiness
about this is somewhat akin to an escaped slave enthusing about
his capture, what can I say? After a while you just get a little
tired of running from those damned overseers. Besides, I'm no
good at slavery analogies. I'm no Paul Craig Roberts.
At any rate, I'm looking
forward to having an income again; it'll be nice to have a new
set of nearby shops and restaurants at which to blow my newfound
discretionary income; and the ol' web log will benefit from not
only a new influx of material but the delightful frisson of risk
involved in bitching about my job when someone I work with might
read it. I've always said I was a Supreme Court test case waiting
to happen, so here's my chance to prove it.
I'll refrain from saying
anything bad about my new job (it's too soon) or anything good
about my new job (so I don't look like a naive hopeful schmuck
if it turns out to be horrible), and simply say: I have a new
job.
Feel free to use the e-mail
link below to send me congratulations, warnings, advice or questions.
And if you, like me, are outraged by the fact that I have to
work for a living, you can use the link to send me money. I accept
Visa, Mastercard, checks, money orders, and folding-stuff; I'm
also a proud member of the PayPal system. Remember: only you
can prevent my going to work on Monday.
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