I have a new job! That’s my latest excuse for falling behind on my blogging.
I am now an editor at an English-language luxury lifestyle magazine. It’s a bit of a stretch for me because the amount I know about expensive watches, for example, is approximately nothing. The amount I care about expensive watches? Ha! – no comment. But it’s steady work, they pay well, and I hope to sneak some worthwhile stuff into the mag between the bouts of blatant consumerism.
I had developed a kind of allergy toward freelancing in recent months. Every time I thought about pitching a story, I felt queasy. So it was clearly time to escape to the security of a salaried job.
My friend Haviva is working at the same place, which is great. Recently the magazine threw a party, and they put about an inch-thick layer of makeup on both of us, poofed our hair to the max, and turned us loose in a fancy restaurant. They sprayed my hair so heavily, I had to “break” the sides in order to put my glasses back on. But it was pretty fun, and the lumpia (Indonesian eggrolls) made up for a lot.