Seed Leaf

On Monday, I start my job at Publisher, working on a freelance basis. Of the three people I spoke to about getting this job, 100% also started out as freelance. So that's probably a good sign.



of course, instead of celebrating like I claimed I would be, I'm sitting at home chewing my fingernails to the quick. I had a dream last night that i went in for my first day, Boss greeted me at the door, brought me to a shareholder meeting to show them all how chubby I was getting, then fired me.

Why can't I just have warm, comforting delusions of grandeur?