When I’m not writing? Well…
After a much-loved and financially challenged couple of years as a musician and wannabe writer, and after my drummer and cohort absconded to parts unknown, I returned to the place that I hate to work for people I loathe so that I might try to teach people how to be "Customer Service Representatives" for a cellular company. Actually, I teach them all the technical stuff. If they’re still assholes when they get on the phones, that’s their problem.
This job is where my love/hate relationship with acronyms comes from. My job is filled with acronyms. I’m always threatening to write an entire manual using only acronyms, articles and prepositions. I teach CSR’s what GSM, TDMA, IRDB, PLMN, GPRS, UMTS and IMEI stand for. These go on and on, through the festering bowels of infinity. They are so plentiful that a program was developed to help people decipher the endless strings of letters. My personal favorites are WAP, as in thump on the head, and ARPU, pronounced “Arr-poo”.
I've only been back at it for a few months, first part-time and now full-time, but these few months have been enough to make me consider yet another career change. I’m thinking that “Gas Station Attendant” would make a wonderful addition to my resume, as would “Independently Wealthy”. I’m hoping the state lottery will help me out with that last one.