This Job of Mine
What a day...
As today began, I was awake and working in a hotel room in Miami. By 4am, I was at MIA, waiting for a plane to New York. 6am, I slipped into my magically upgraded to first class seat and passed out, waking a 915 in New Jersey. An $80 cab ride later, I was at the offices of the Wall Street Journal, looking down on the WTC construction site. An evening stroll through Chinatown and Little Italy, and then more work until midnite again. The day ends listening to this as part of my job:
It's a hell of a job indeed.
As today began, I was awake and working in a hotel room in Miami. By 4am, I was at MIA, waiting for a plane to New York. 6am, I slipped into my magically upgraded to first class seat and passed out, waking a 915 in New Jersey. An $80 cab ride later, I was at the offices of the Wall Street Journal, looking down on the WTC construction site. An evening stroll through Chinatown and Little Italy, and then more work until midnite again. The day ends listening to this as part of my job:
It's a hell of a job indeed.
posted by dave at 11:41 PM
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