Maybe I'm being made into a giant turkey feast or going to be poured over popcorn. Yep 9 to 5 every day. Never have to work on things when I get home. Never miss investor meetings. Yeah it's great.
Satisfaction is job one.
If anybody needs a retro 60s chair redone in a star fabric I know where to get one. Finding out I've stored chairs in the fucking garage for a year and a half only to have them migrate back to the Interfaith is a bit of pisser. Would have let the cat shit all over it if it was going to come down to that. Now the dream starts to make sense. Then to cat clawing at blinds to wake me up.