“Excited for your first day?” Nicole and I are combing our hair in her bathroom like it’s college again and we’re in the dorms. I sort of love it, even if I did have to crank my headphones last night to avoid listening to her and Zack.
“Excited feels like the wrong word,” I tell her. Zack randomly called the other day as we were moving my stuff into Nicole’s house, to say that his company is looking for a writer for a corporate history. I’ve never done a corporate history before, but I figure writing is writing.
I jumped at the chance. Nicole told me to double whatever I was planning on quoting them for the project, and I just about flew out of my chair when they didn’t balk at the number I threw out. “I’m brimming with questions, that’s for sure,” I say, tying my hair back into a slee
