Why me?

I just had a GRUELING day.

And you thought the life of a jobless (ahem) freelancer should be more relaxing than this.

I wanted a job offer, but I got offered much more.

WAAAAAAAY much more.

If this keeps up, I will be the lowest paid managing editor the world has ever known.

How glam. If only I don't cringe at the money. And cringe somemore.

And then wonder if I had met the right person for the interview. Could this be, by any chance, a JANITOR pulling my fucken leg?

I think I'd rather stick to being a lowly paid photographer. At least, I don't have to work so hard.

Corporate tip of the day: When you don't have the money, offer them a super glam title they will find hard to resist.

But hey, you know what?