Working Girl....

What is this rumor you've been hearing, you ask? Something about someone being employed? Or perhaps it was something about being barefoot and preggers... You really don't remember but that stops you not from gossip. Well, it's true. The employed part. I'm totally wearing shoes. And oh yeah, no bun in this oven. Not even a biscuit. Or toast. Your dear friend, lover, stranger, nemesis, comic relief - whatever I may be to you - has joined the rest of the working class world. As Robley says, I can now get off my ass. (Robley's rather fond of my ass.) I am the new Companion Events Representative for the American Kennel Club. Who'da thunk it? Combining my love of pups with my schooling resulted in a job. Scout, even though a mongrel, a mix, a mutt, a heinz 57 dog, paved the way for the position. Kudos to her and for her assistance, she has the option of attending work with me. She's still discussing her salary though and is being rather a hard ass about it. Can't you tell? Anywho--I start Monday and will share more then.