It turns out that yours truly (i.e. me) has decided to swear off his (my?) unemployed graduate student life-style and get a part-time job. A job? Yes, a job! I am working again. Alas, I am no longer in insurance management, as part-time insurance management positions are hard to find. Plus I wouldn't want one if I could find one. But, I admit, insurance management did make for some good blogging. My current job, so far, has made for poor blogging. I'm working remotely, meaning I'm programming from my NYC apartment for a company in Texas. And I'm working remotely, meaning I'm working in a distant and aloof manner. The few people I interact with at my new company seem like smart yet busy people and provide little fodder for mockery, aside from perhaps the fact that no one responds to my e-mails.
Note: I'm trying desperately to come up with a funny way to end this blog entry but it looks like it's not going to happen. Please go back and reread the two sentences that play with the varying meanings of "working remotely".
Couldn't you perhaps work in the fact that the ending of the blog entry wasn't even remotely funny?
I had chocolate soup for dessert at Wink the other day. Simply outstanding, though I don't recommend having it right before bed.