I could get very used to this.

The office life, specifically.

Good pay. Easy, not idiotic, work. Nice coworkers. Good hours. Evenings free. Downright normalcy. Zero drama. No resentment from the very people who benefit from your presence. "Crisis" exemplified by the computer losing an important contact file or a letter going out a day late, no life or death situations at all. "I'm going crazy" meaning "something's not in its right place and I'm confused", not literally "I am in imminent danger of undergoing an acute psychotic breakdown and you'd better run for cover". In short: a job that doesn't slowly kill you.

I've got to make myself invaluable at Hartman. Not because I am afraid they won't like me or can replace me with anyone off the street but out of a combination of deep gratitude for all they've done for me already (more than I'd ever expect from freinds, let alone employee contemporaries, let alone the CEO) and because dear god I want to work there just as long as I am able. Best job I've *ever* had. Oh yeah. By far. Far and away. Hands down. No question. Nothing else compares. Not by a long shot.

The tricky part is I was hired as seasonal help. How can I make myself *so* useful that they feel they have to keep me around? Oh, yeah. Be really good at *everything* I do. Come early and stay late each day I can, or else finish up work early and find other things to do. Do *everything* *perfectly*. Without exception. Make everybody else's job easier without making a fuss about it. Pretty easy, I guess. That's about what I do anyway.

I'd love to be able to get out of Foxes, out from customer servicey situations of that sort completely. Honestly. I love that place but it's not a good place to spend every single night whether you're working there or not. I truly do believe it's haunted, and not exclusively with happy spirits. I do have nothing but admiration for the people who stay there or work in bars for years. It takes not desperation but dedication. I do not think I'll ever make bartender, and frankly, wouldn't want to at this point. As doorman I do not have to be polite to people. As barman I would have to be not just polite but entertaining for the entirety of my shift to many people whose company I absolutely can't abide.

Flying Star's closing. Damn. They cut back their hours. That's going around. So I guess they close at ten on weeknights. It's OK. I'll come back first thing tomorrow morning, hopefully.