Return to Wage Slavery We got back from the beach on Sunday at 9 p.m. I started my new job Monday at 9 a.m. So in addition to re-learning working-stiff time management skills, I've also had to cope with a howling, emotionally starved cat.  I had forgotten how wardrobe management is practically a part-time job in and of itself, what with all that ironing, dry cleaning, figuring out what the hell to wear, and that whole "what does business casual mean here? on my first day? when it's hot? when it's cold, but still summer?" And today, "I'm really glad about that polio vaccine, because it means I won't die from walking home barefoot in the rain after my sandals turned into Slip-N-Slide-wear."

It reminded me of that Strawberry Alarm Clock song, "Barefoot in Baltimore." SAC is such a treasure trove of ridiculous lyrics. "Sit with the guru/Sit with the guru/Meditation, woooo!/High, high where eagles fly . . . " Tee-hee!

It's very late and I still have many things to do before bed, so I don't know when I'll have a chance to blog about the beach and my job. I will say that I work in the the 3rd tallest building in America, the Aon Building. The building managers are very proud of this fact and give everyone a fact sheet about it. (I refrained from asking whether they bothered with it before 9-11.) Also, I'm working for two enormous drug companies. I won't tease Google by naming them, but one is based in North Carolina and the other in a suburb north of here, and that's more than enough to go on.

Also, here is some news from Hotel and Motel Management featuring one now-famous resident of Providence. I mean, Cranston.
 

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