Vacation vocation
I may have a job for next year, as a sub-editor of a magazine.
No, this is not an abbreviation of "subhuman editor". It will involve me wading through other peoples' extraordinarily atrocious grammar, and then manipulating text and pictures on the magazine page, prettily. Since I am anal and unbearably finicky about both grammar and design, and given that it is an arts magazine, I am content.
But until then, over summer, I must be content with valuing companies and juggling stocks and IPOs. Dear lord.
Dear Dad, Happy Father's Day. I always think that you wouldn't be a father if not for me, so maybe it should be Happy Daughter's Day instead? (heehee)