I'm the hero of this story.
By page seventeen, I should have a decision to make. By page fifty-five my world should tilt on its axis and by page eighty-five I should hit my low point. But this is real life in New York City and I live month to month, so I can only move forward, because there is nothing for me to fall back upon.
What I'm trying to say is that I got a new job.
I was lucky to get it, my timing was just so. I heard the job open up before anything else, that is I heard the yelling from outside. When my predecessor stormed out the door, I walked in. Five minutes later, I was the new guy. From some of the stuff I heard from outside, my boss might not be the best, but right now work is what I need. Any work. And this is something a little different, definitely different than where I came from or what I plan to do in the future.
I'm a little hesitant to tell you about it because you might want to do it too and it wouldn't be hard for you to dig around a bit and figure out who my boss is and maybe give him a call to see if he needs anyone else. And maybe you would be better at it than I am and he would get rid of me. And that would not be cool.
However, I started this blog to tell you about my life in the downturn and I'll stick to that, so here goes:
I'm a hipster detective.
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