I resigned from my job this week, which turned out to be a lot more complicated than I'd anticipated. Offers, counteroffers, counter-counteroffers...well, it *is* nice to be wanted, I suppose. Truth be told, I'm not particularly passionate about my career. However, it's something I can do fairly well and the money's pretty decent. I suppose the same could be said for some of the Craigslist "Gigs" my friend V was telling me about yesterday. A man in the northwest suburbs of Chicago is willing to pay $500 a pop (plus travel) for a weekly foot-job or handjob, performed topless. I mean, come on, $500 for a handjob! Maybe she was right to be tempted. I did warn her that, for that sum, chances are that there's a camera hidden in the closet and she'd soon end up on handjobsluts dot com, masturbatory fodder for nasty men worldwide. Somewhere else in the burbs, a couple was seeking a topless woman to film them having sex. The job pays $100. If anything, Craigslist--like the ads in the back of alternative weeklies--is a fascinating glimpse into human nature.

But I digress (and have probably just added a whole slew of dangerous search results to my blog). My new job is in the same industry I'm currently in, but the big change is that I'll be working out of my home for a Chicago-based company. I'm very much looking forward to no more commuting, but am a little worried about being cooped up in the house all day. I may have to rig up the TV with a mini electric fence and put on a shock collar each morning so that I won't be tempted to take Springer breaks. My other worry is that I'll be distracted with house cleaning. I suggested to J that we hire the Merry Maids to come in every other week, but I don't think I've sold him on it yet. Anway, I'm sure I'll have a lot to chronicle as I transition to the telecommuting life. If nothing else, I'll keep you posted on V's career search...