312: cartwheeling through life

I was talking to Charlotte the other day (as husbands do to their wives) about the fact that I seem to have hit a few hurdles work-wise recently.

Rather than "always landing on my feet", I've decided that I've been cartwheeling - I land on my feet for a bit, then take off again, spinning about my head until I can plant my feet for a bit.

I am currently in an on-my-feet stage. I've got an awesome job, where I only have to concentrate what I do best. I work with people who think the same as me (using twitter in the day isn't frowned upon! taking pride in your work sometimes involves being brutally honest with people) and I don't have to commute. It's really an exciting time.

This may have seemed like it was going somewhere, with that badass metaphor at the start, but it's just a thinly veiled excuse to brag about my job!