Well, I finally got a job, and by now I'm about halfway into the third week. It's quite the funny story how I actually *got* the job, especially in this economy, but I'm not really complaining. Long story short, I'm the Night Audit at a local motel franchise, which is a pretty sweet gig, all things considered. It's not an art job, and I'm pretty sure it's not a livable wage, but I'm pretty happy with it.

It basically consists of being nice to the random few who come in at about 2 in the morning, doing a lot of menial tasks (like folding towels), and pressing buttons in sequence (not hard since I have a "cheat sheet" that tells me which buttons to press...in sequence).

The best part, though, is that the tasks take somewhere between two to four hours, depending on load, and the rest of the time (it being an eight hour shift) can be spent doing whateeeeeeever I want. Also, there's pretty much unlimited coffee, and I can devour the breakfast stock prior to, well, setting up breakfast.

But, basically, the time spent during the off periods is time I can spend doing more artwork, catching up on my reading, or working on my novel projects. So far, at least, it seems to be a pretty sweet deal. I'm more or less by myself, free to do whatever I want at least half of the time, and I get paid to do it!

Not much, mind, but it's something. One of these days, I'll do something more productive than waste it surfing the web and playing games that are 10 years old.

p.s. Everyone there is showering me with praise and compliments, and I'm kind of walking around in a daze. It's kind of sad how prized they consider it to find a person who, you know, actually does what they're supposed to.