Flashes of Panic

Every so often, I enjoy mentally putting the best possible spin on bits of work history. For example, since I’ve received cash for playing music in the past, I add the label “professional musician” to the list. There are limits; I can’t bring myself to stretch the single savings bond I once won in a road race into “professional athlete.” (And none of this stuff goes on a résumé, since it’s irrelevant anyway.)

It’s the little details of a job that tickle this kind of work satisfaction. For example, my work for the IAAF leads to occasional packages prominently return-addressed “MONACO” in my mail. And today, I’m rather looking forward to depositing a paycheck written in French.

(Yes, this sort of thing crosses my mind often.)

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