Once again, sitting at Bauhaus, attempting to do work in between interruptions of hipsters, sequined backpacks, great haircuts and guys with facial jewelry. I can't get enough of Pine and Melrose and I'm so thankful for the big windows facing west towards the needle and what was once the Camlin. How I miss the Camlin. It's swank, it's piano man and rooftop marble patio.
Again I struggle to write a resume. It's taken me two hours (with many distractions) to get a paragraph written. And I'm still not convinced it's a good rectangle of words. My focus- a busy Microsoft exec that's looking for 15 hours a week to manage his house, personal life and business. This is an ideal job because it doesn't take up all my time, is located on Captiol Hill and provides an employer that boasts about his 'connections'. Now if this resume would just flow out from my fingers like this blog, I would be golden. I'm convinced that once he meets me face to face I'll get the job. Alright, back to writing