My old boss called yesterday. Senator George, the happy warrior. The office is terribly behind so he asked me if I would come back and work for him until I got another job.

This leaves me two options: (1) accept the job, or (2) reject the offer and forfeit my unemployment because I turned down a job.

What a fine negotiating situation. Ahem. However, he said that he'd be willing to let me work three long days instead of coming in five days a week. Plus he'll let me off for all interviews etc.

When I brought up the fact that I have a pre-existing legal obligation to systematically write random thoughts for you, my dear blog readers, I received no reaction. Maybe it's because I forgot to say it.

I'm tired of sitting around and working on nothing but myself. I miss the cutthroat atmosphere of politics. There's something wholesome about it. Something pure. Something that says "frogger fans of the world, welcome to the ultimate busy street to cross - politics. "

My friend and old employer awaits my call. I shall make it soon.