End of the mystery (well most of it)
Some loose ends have finally been tied up, so I will stop being quite so vague and mysterious now, I swear. Yes, I have a new job, and it's pretty damn fun if I do say so myself. I am an editor at a new tween quiz magazine. (Yes, I just used the word tween.) It's all quizzes, all the time, and I'm the only writer. So instead of writing up-to-the-minute news on commercial real estate, I am now writing hard-hitting articles like "How Well Do You Know Chad?" (that's Chad Michael Murray for you non-WB fans) and "Are You Really Over Him?" And on Tuesday I got to eat breakfast with Hello Kitty. (OK, it was really someone wearing a giant Hello Kitty foam head, and Hello Kitty couldn't eat as she doesn't have a mouth. Details, details.) The downside to all this is that I commute to New Jersey. New Jersey. The trip involves two buses and two subways and takes about an hour and 15 minutes (on a good day). The worst part? The hallway I have to walk through to get to my platform at the GW Bridge bus station without fail smells overwhelmingly like greasy chicken parmesan sandwiches, which is rather vile at 9 in the morning. So that should about bring you all up to speed.