So, God, this is really what you want me to do?

I debated on calling this post "the fastest job offer ever" but it's not really a job offer, yet.

Good old Craig's List. I spent the morning searching on CL for jobs. You know, "technical writer wanted," "marketing assistant, $8/hr," "freelance writers, $25/story," that type of thing. I started to get bummed with the lack of any real jobs available to someone like me; bilingual, with college degree and all. Armed with my still optimisitc, caffeineated buzz, I wandered into the Business Opportunities section. I found a couple coffee shops for sale, which might actually be a better route to success up here... and then stumbled across a fitness studio merely blocks away from my house. The owner is looking for instructors.

I have no interest in teaching step aerobics, but I wrote a meandering story about how opportunities with my hoops keep coming up. About what great conversation starters they are. About how many times I get approached in public with them. And at the end I asked how many hoopers he could fit in his studio at one time.

Two minutes later I got an email. He wants to meet me.

More good news: My editor wants me to write more stories. This means the two I wrote (the first required heavy editing, the second, not so much) were adequate. A huge hurdle in my mind! This also means that if I continue at this rate, I may be able to make all my bills all on my own this month! Poverty level? Hell yes, but look what I get to do! One more gets published on Wed.-- simply Google me to see it! Should be the Metro cover with photos!

Add in a hoop class every Saturday and I'm on my way to buying the laundromat of my dreams. ( A whole other story...)

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