Well, it's settled. My boss insisted that since my last name is Knight and I'm driving a black Pontiac sports car, it would be a "crime against humanity" NOT to name my car "Kitt". I can't argue with that. Now I just need to find the red lights for the front... Ironically, I also discovered today that my car talks to me when there is a problem. I had the auto headlights turned off, and it suddenly got dark outside. Kitt beeped at me, and a message appeared on my dash that my low-beams were recommended. Ha! I died laughing.
Also on the rampage for a high-paying job. Hmm, let me rephrase that. High paying for me. And in a half-way decent town. Found the perfect job in Battle Creek... and just can't bring myself to work in the cereal capital of the world... in the cereal factory. And I could have designed Kellogg's boxes.
Call me crazy, but I'm dying to work for a magazine. Hollywood makes them look so darn cool. (I can see it now, I'll finally land a job with... Log Home Living!)
Really it's too bad. I like the work at my current job. But I can't pay my bills with happiness. Bleh.
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Hehe. Chicago has magazines up the wazoo! Come visit, at least!
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