I had just come across a great ESL posting on how to teach unruly Korean kindergartners "Old MacDonald had a Farm" when I looked back at the magazine. I was at the society pages.
Pictures of Tampa Bay socialites in evening gowns, NFL players in swim trunks and DJs spinning records on rooftop terraces--a visual reminder of the life I used to lead.
I would complain about having to get dressed up on a Tuesday night to meet my
photographer at some gala. I got annoyed at the stream of emails from PR reps telling me about upcoming events I just had to attend. "I should really get paid for all this extra work I'm putting in," I'd complain to my editor. "This is not in my job description."Yet, here I am, at 11 o'clock at night, printing out lyrics and trying to find images of donkeys and pigs.
To think I considered taking names while drinking champagne overtime.
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