I got a job. Surprising, I know, what with the catastrophe that was my first interview (Bag Lady Goes a Job Hunting).
Nevertheless, I started a new job this week. My new position has a wide variety of duties and responsibilities.
Well, just take today, for example.
Today I was required to…
…get my hair done with a fork.
…submit to arrest by a policeman and a king for spilling glitter.
…assist in the construction of a school for baby animals made entirely out of magnets (which was ultimately shunned by the moody giraffe baby).
…go to the doctor to find out I had two broken legs (both curable) and needed numerous shots (some painful) and a band aide.
…dress in zebra print and blue satin in preparation to get married.
…laugh hysterically at lunch with my friends at the clearly undeniably funny phrase “peanut butter and jelly.”
…have my nails done with plastic fruit.
I am thinking droopy stockings and a little bit (or say, maybe a lot) of cat hair stuck to my clothes will go virtually unnoticed in my current work situation.
Because, yeah, my job is just cool like that.