When I showed up to my interview last October, my boss was seated in the window of a coffee shop wearing Bean boots and a sweater emblazoned with a black lab. She couldn’t have looked more MAINE if she tried. We talked for an hour; she told me about the job and I told her about myself, and by the end of the interview I knew I wanted to work for her.
Rich People Hand Soap and Other Discoveries of Dog Walking (Alphabitch, Day 7)
A week into NaNoWriMo and I’m exhausted. HOW DOES ANYONE FINISH THIS CHALLENGE?
Fossegrim…? (Alphabitch, Day 6)
Today is Tuesday. YES! Of course. It’s also Election Day, and I’m hoping to head to the polls tonight with my husband and daughter (don’t worry, I will). I’ve already received two texts from the current mayor asking what time I’m going and urging me not to forget (I won’t). I checked the hours and I’ve got till 8PM (please stop texting). SO I’D BETTER WRITE QUICK.
Sharing is Self-Caring (Alphabitch, Day 5)
I’m not gonna lie. Yesterday’s post really drained me.
The Illusion of Control (Alphabitch, Day 4)
Thanks to daylight savings time I actually have an EXTRA HOUR to write today! And since I started NaNoWriMo a day early, it feels like I’m really ahead of the pack! WOOF!
Comfort, or the Lack Thereof (Alphabitch, Day 3)
Dog walking isn’t a job for comfort seekers. And here in Maine, it takes a truly rare breed (pun intended).
