My spirit is such that being cooped up in an office building simply wouldn't do. Heck, I haven't worked a gig in an office setting since...well...since sometime in the '80s. I could be a poster boy for the life of freelancing! Yesterday, I had to decline a week-long gig with Disney at Comic-Con because I'll be here at this gig.
I've never been to Comic-Con, but from what I hear, it's a sea of people and the work days are exhausting. Yes, if I wasn't working here, I would have jumped at the chance to work there, but, the wise man knows I am where I'm supposed to be. So, I won't fret over the missed opportunity.
My current work days consist of holding up in an oh-so-comfy house with glass walls that allows me to look out over the landscape and see much of Los Angeles in all its glory.
No cubicles.
No co-workers.
No incessant phone ringing.
No boss looking over my shoulder.
No petty intra-office gossip.
Just me,
My
A fully-stocked fridge,
A delightful young lady (or two),
Tranquility,
And, yeah, a pool.
I have no complaints.
Truly.
Not one.
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