Little Jimmy's Guide to Self-Producing: The Round-Up
Well, slap my ass. I actually got myself a jobby. After a few months of rolling around in my own sick in my living room while wearing a newspaper diaper (periodically singing atonally, "Dontchoo wish your boyfriend was...hot...like...me..."), some media outlet has decided to take a chance on Yours Truly to not stink up the joint.
Although I don't think this should alter my blogging pace, it should only alter my blogging habits (i.e., blogging in the PM rather than AM), which is just some inside baseball that I realize means fuck-all to you, dear readers.
So. As you read this (which is being typed up over the weekend and posted on Monday morning), I should be fumbling my way around the new office that has foolishly decided to employ me in a foolish hope to find the coffee room.
But rather than just blather on about now being gainfully employed, I figured I'd round up the first 10 Little Jimmy's Guide to Self-Producing entries for your convenience. I believe more shall be on their way, although my scattered brain often has a tough time figuring out how exactly to proceed next.
More are sure to come in the future! Just as soon as I can find the goddamn coffee room.
The bumbling new guy,
James "Nope, That Ain't the Coffee Room" Comtois