A boring job turns decidedly un boring
A few years ago, I was stuck in what I saw as a dead-end job managing a sort of dingy apartment complex in the LA area. I’d gone out there ostensibly to pursue screenwriting, and this job was my ‘job till I hit it big.’ Of course, after a few years of not hitting it big, it was just my job – and I was too much of a wuss to admit I should pack it in and move back home. As the complex’s manager, I had one of the better apartments there, but that wasn’t saying much. It was maybe seven hundred...