Wednesday, September 18, 2019

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My birthday week (last week) was supposed to be a low-key affair where I got lots of personal maintenance done by taking the first week off I've had in who knows how long to do things like car stuff and dentist stuff and eye stuff.  Instead, on my birthday, one week ago, I woke up with the nastiest chest cold and coughed my throat raw until I sounded like a Skeksis.

Luckily some medicating helped me get a handle on it and this past Monday I had a short chat with my boss that floored me and pretty much confirmed that they want to keep me long term.  So I guess I will stop looking at those Indeed.com emails, unless I see something really interesting.

In the meantime, instead of making a living doing sex and fart jokes, I will make a living scaring the bejeezus out of hundreds of thousands of strangers.  Except for tonight's episode.  I'm not sure what to do with this one.

That hasn't stopped me yet.