Last night I had the oddest dream.
I was recruited by one of my favorite PR firms, the one I’ve wanted a job at since I graduated and the one I’ve interviewed at twice with no such luck. They offered to pay me what I make now, but give me a $100,000 signing bonus (obviously totally a dream, there) if I would only come work for them.
I turned them down though. The thought of leaving my current job was horrifying because I like what I’m doing too much and I like my boss too much to leave.
I woke up with a start. When I woke up, I remember being quite thankful that it was just a dream and that I still had my job that I (apparently) love so much.
I think my time off has officially gone to my head.
In other news, this is my 100th post. And yet I still haven’t finished the 101 things page I started when I first launched this little blog. Wups. Happy 100, anyway, little blog.