There’s a new job in town. Well, maybe not “town” exactly … at the Denali National Park and Preserve in Alaska. And it’s not just any job, it’s a government job, and you know what that means. (Hey, hey, lunch hour and fancy toilet seats!)
The Gig: Kennels Manager. “In addition to running Denali’s 31-animal dog kennel,” this “includes mushing into one of America’s great swaths of wilderness.”
Today I continue my experimental work week by venturing into the copy division of a food magazine—one that houses actual water-bubbler-encased water, gratis coffee and tea, and a variety of kinda-sorta fancy lotions in the bathroom.
Ah, the signs of profit! Indeed, there’s even a coconut cake here, free for the nibbling, which i hear is worth the calories (though I’m still mortified enough by Nacho Cheesegate 09 to abstain).
I helped a friend move yesterday, and holy shit, I am tired. Moving is grueling work! And, actually, she had movers, two guys in their twenties who showed up with a ginormous old-school blue van and orchestrated the heavy lifting and couch maneuvering. (Despite my numerous talents, I have never been good at spatial relations, and the way they managed to get a table through a doorway, or a couch into an elevator, failed not to amaze me.)
When L. and I met the fellows, they mentioned, I believe rather cavalierly, that she had brought along her “strongest friend.” Not being one who wants to seem weak or too girly to hustle, too focused on my mani-pedi to get down and possibly dirty, that brought out my competitive nature. I was determined to prove them right—I am, indeed, L.’s strongest friend!
