What do I do?
I’m a writer, hoping to someday get promoted to author.
My day job is working reception in the sort of hotel that rents rooms by the hour. Not the best or most fun job in the world, but the tips are good occasionally. Or they were until they sent a memo round that we’re not allowed to accept tips.
My manager is a nice lady who occasionally transforms into a bitch from Hell.
So yeah. That’s what I do. I work, and when I’m not at work I sleep, and then I go back to work. In between I write, and I talk to Albert, and I play with my cats. Occasionally I eat, although I don’t often find the time.
