...a few months ago, I dusted off the cobwebs and had a good old-fashioned job interview. I wore heels and a dry-clean-only dress. I printed out resumes and updated my portfolio. I told the panel that I hadn't planned on coming out of retirement so soon, but the job was right.
And the truth is, as much as I love Charlie and Clara, they never tell me I'm doing a good job. And sometimes, I miss hearing that I do a good job.
It is part-time. And so is the other job I just accepted. Both add up to about 20 hours a week. Which is good, because I'm going to need the rest of my free time to start promoting Charlie's goalie career: