I have found the holy grail, treasure of the Sierra Madre, Atlantis, Shangri-la, or anything else you’d like to call it. A job!
Oh, I know you want to hear all about it and believe you me, I want to tell it. But! I cannot tell you about it yet because I am too busy, up to my ears in temp work. Did you know that people who hire temps are shocked and awed when you display any glimmer of your natural-born intellect? They are! I’ve won scads of praise in the past two weeks just by being compos mentis.
Speaking of compos mentis! We celebrated with Champagne last night. So I am not! Mentisly compoted! Because of all the bubbles what ganged up on me.
So I will tell you more, yes my pretties, when the bubbly and the temp work have worn off. That is, tomorrow.
Note bene does after-bubbly make me talk like I’m in a Noel Coward song? Oh, I think it does.

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