I was at the Eastgate Park & Ride, moseying to Bay 2 to wait for my bus to work, as several businesslike people jogged and speed-walked past me on their way to the Seattle-bound buses in Bay 1. As the last woman passed me, she slowed down and turned to say, "You smell really nice" before she continued on her way.

Well, I guess I'm doing something right.

So here I am, back in a place similar to the one I fled over a year ago, doing something I didn't really want to do anymore, but perhaps it's a good thing.

I would hate to think this is all I can do.

A part of me knows that's not even remotely true, but another part is bound to ask why, then, is this all I've been doing for the last who knows how long?

On the other hand, it's not hard, it's good money, and I can apply the lessons I learned from the last time to save myself from false... read more