Another day in the life...

I love those moments where you have to take a step back and look at your life and say, "Is this really my life?" I have many of those. Or those moments where you say,"Is this really my job?" I had that moment when I was working in porn ... and when I was teaching dive lessons in Thailand... and when I was selling mangoes on the street... Today, again, I had that moment while I was sitting at my desk researching. A clown stopped by to show me a magic trick. And then we had a competition to see who could make the best funny face. (I won, of course). Last week, while researching pedophiles, I was asked to solve a math equation. This might be normal for some, but I am a writer and have repressed all memories of math- even simple addition and subtraction. It took me 30 minutes to find a pencil sharpener in the office- you can't "do math" without a #2 Pencil! Took me an additional two hours to solve the damn thing but by golly I got it! A few weeks before that, while sitting at my desk, all I could hear were cheers- like from an actual cheerleader. Well, she was a rent-a-cheerleader, but still. I love my job.