You’re the shit and I’m knee deep in it

The last couple of weeks have been rather tumultuous — at least, on the inside of my head they have been tumultuous. Over the summer I was invited to apply for a couple of jobs, got my hopes up, then had them dashed. Then, about a week ago, I applied for another job. Less than 48 hours later I was invited to come for an interview. The more I look at the job and talk to my cronies, the more I realize that I am the perfect candidate.

Only trouble is, it’s rather far from New York City. Not only that, it’s nowhere near a major metropolitan area. Well, it’s not Wyoming or anything, but it’s not within striking distance of Rapture. I am perfectly ready to leave this glorious city for some peaceful country living, a big fat raise, and an excellent step along my chosen career path. I keep daydreaming about owning an actual HOUSE and having more than two rooms. I also can’t wait to tell my asshole boss to “take this job and shove it.”

The one thing that pains me (and not in a good way) is the thought of being more than a phone call and a short walk away from Mitsu. Even though I only see her once, sometimes twice a month, just knowing that she’s nearby and that I can make a session happen when the urge strikes is a great secret pleasure.

What’s a boy to do?

I’m hooked.