I got a job.
Yep, that's right - this lady will no longer be living a life of leisure. I'm a working girl now.
Well, two weeks from now. Then I'll be the biggest bad ass employee you've ever seen. That's right, a big bad ass who bikes to work and vomits when faced with the prospect of public interaction.
I only got sick twice this morning. It could've been worse - once I got so nervous on a pet-themed photo shoot I graced a garbage can with the remnants of my lunch. I missed, slightly, but no worries, a lovely retriever took care of it.
I got some really good pictures of him and his owner was happy, so I called it a wash.
Thank goodness the majority of my new position is telephone based. Otherwise, it could get messy. I've worked the phones before, I know what they are about and I'm pretty darn good at what I do.
I'm paid to be happy. Let's just say I'm good with a mute button and even better with a
I'm so cool. Like really, blistering and completely bitching cool.
Actually, I am. Do you know anyone else with paper puke bags decorated with glitter?
A life in the day of Linnie.
What do you think of me now? Is the glitter too much?