8 to 6

I head to work tomorrow. A 'casual sub' once more. Tentative 'yay'.

I like this sort of gig; I get to fix the poor writing of others, come up with the occasional glib headline and pic cap (that's industry lingo) and generally switch into auto-pilot.
For a more-than-decent pay, no less.

I owe this to John Burfitt, a fellow journo who I incidentally passed last week as I was walking home along Bourke Street. He asked what I'd been up to; I basically told him 'fuck all'. He made a couple of suggestions and now I have a couple of jobs.
God bless the gay girlfriend network! (This is not to suggest that John is girly in any form, mind you, although the other job, which starts in a couple of weeks, is about as camp as you can get outside the gay press.)

My one concern is that I have to contend with the InDesign program, wherein you sub-edit on screen. I last dealt with this three years ago at the Sydney Morning Herald, so I fully expect to feel like Jane Fonda duelling with the Xerox machine in 9 to 5, minus the curly wig and spectacles:


To make matters worse, the hours are 8 to 6.
Potentially amusing, probably mortifying. I hope I sleep well tonight...