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Well, the good news is I can quit my evil job. The better news is I'm getting full time employment with the cool folks.

And now for a work of fiction:

Sometimes I like to sit on the dock and watch the water roll past. The way the shore runs is slightly contrary to way the tide comes and and prevailing winds blow, so if I squint my eyes just right and peer off to the south it almost looks like the water is rolling past me rather than towards to shore.

I like to imagine the secret lives of all the tide-pool creatures; what they're doing when the water is high. How they congregate and hold community dances that happen in slow motion. Did you know the Sunfish (a giant starfish with ten or more arms) can move at the incredible pace of some twenty feet per hour? To me they're the leaders, the orchestrators of the entire movement, and all the other crawling sealife follows suit at a fraction of the speed.

My favorite thing about the dock, though, is definately going there with a good bottle of red wine and drinking it as the sun sets. When it's down I know I've accomplished something of no significance to anyone but myself, and somehow that's so much more meaningful than everything else I may accomplish in life.