I have a job. I work. Can you believe it? I can’t, but it’s true even though nobody would believe it although it really is actually true—believe it or not—whether you want to or not and I know I don’t. Believe it, that is. Well, I certainly do now.
How it happened was that I wanted a job. To make money. But, then, I couldn’t find anyone in my town who was willing to hire someone with my incredibly unique and one-of-a-kind skills and talents that I have that nobody else has and that are only mine and not anyone else’s if I (they) do say so myself (themselves).
So, I had to go to the next town. Nope, no luck there. They said they heard about me and that I should try somewhere else. I said that I heard about me, too, and that I wanted a job there but they said they needed things fixed and not broken and I should move along. I was going to ask what they meant specifically but then a large growl from an even larger dog clearly told me what they meant so I went to the next town and asked right away if they heard about me. They hadn’t yet, so I asked for a job and now I have one. I started doing something else in my job but now they pay me to sit still and not break anything. What luck that I get to do something that most people only dream about—as long as your dreams are about not breaking things like mine usually aren’t.
Anyway, the best part is that I’m a commuter now. A commuter. It’s what I always wanted to be even though I didn’t know about it until just this morning when I started my job and had to take a wagon to work from one town to another. My first real job ever and here I am commuting to it. Wow. And wow some more. I can’t wait until tomorrow to see what it’s like being a commuter for a second day in a row and spending my whole day not breaking anything.
Mostly, anyway.
