I have decided not to take the job. It was a good offer, the boss was amazing, and the work would have been interesting. But then again, I like my setup now pretty well, too. It lets me go sailing.
Which yesterday, I did. My friend R wanted to take his daughter out on the bay for the first time. Sure, she's 11 months old. But the point is, "She got to feel the wind in her hair." I guess people are like that with their kids.
It was a nice day for a sail. I'm not complaining.
Last night my workplace had a big huge old party. There were hundreds of people, and bars set up among the cubes. And there's me, checking email and changing my shoes. It was a three-martini night. For me, that's two martinis too many. Many thanks to L for getting me home in one piece. And apologies to R for spilling my drink on you. The carpet is veeeeery spotty this morning, so at least I had company. Word to the wise: if you're going to sneeze, make sure that's a clear cocktail in your hand.
Heading down to my employer soon to do a shoot with the COO. I am nervous. The first one went okay, except the time I neglected to remove a line from the teleprompter, so the nice software executive said the same line twice. (Doh.) Otherwise, I'm doing okay being Johnny-writer-on-the-spot. As long as some aide doesn't mess with my copy again. Grrrrr.
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