Popingay

Asked by anonymousactornyc

This is a fantastic question. I wish I could answer that I was on some fabulous adventure involving international espionage and a sexy male cohort whose name is some sort of sex pun who will fall madly in love with me only to be cast away by my cold heart, or will betray me by secretly being a double-agent for the mad-scientist-supervillain with which I’m charged with stopping. But, sadly, life doesn’t end up being so awesome. Though I did save everyone from having to watch any Bond movie ever again. You’re welcome.

In all honesty, I’ve been at work. I’m going to bend the cardinal rule of blogging being that thou shalt not write about work on the internet, and say that I’ve actually joined the team at a brand new bank branch, and have spent the last two weeks working on the lead up to our opening day today. Which went swimmingly.

What was highlighted, though, is that I have the mental endurance of a crack-baby. I spent reading week fully immersed in an every-day-9-to-5 work week, and I died a little inside. Mainly from waking up everyday for that work. I’m starting to regret abandoning grad school for the dreams of being a real boy. Still, the allure of money, and people not looking at me as that weirdly old college kid are irresistible.

But I’m back, and ready to resume my irreverent internet ways. You’ve been warned. As presumably my neighbours have been. They tend to make you do that when you’re a registered sex offender. You even get a nifty card with points for repeat offences. Though they do keep telling me it’s just my Air Miles card. Weird.