The NPP Needs a Slogan

I tend to post after work, hence the typically late time stamp on my posts. It's not that I always work so late; I really have no set schedule. But nighttime is my time, even if evidence from my last post points to a need for a keyboard curfew.

I fear the next week or so I'll be on stakeout at work. I should set up a cot in the back and bring my bunny slippers. Visit from a Big Boss. Grrr. They always interrupt the flow, you know? With their fancy ideas and lack of real understanding of how this end of the business works. I'd like them to work a shift or two in my sensible shoes, and maybe I can jet around the country, sipping martinis and talking about my trip to Italy last week.

Actually, most of them are good people, I'm just jealous. It may be time to move on, but change is scary. I don't want to end up hating my job tho, because that sort of resentment just eats a huge gaping hole through anything else happy in your life.

I should be living vicariously through my characters, however they seem to have gone into the Novel Protection Program. They're probably tip-toeing across my brain right now, donning wigs and trench coats, hatching a plan to sneak their way into another plot, even as I type this.

I'd love to withdraw my savings and take up residence at a Westin, just me, my computer and a room service menu.
Westins are worth the price, with their truly Heavenly Bed and even more divine Bath.
Hmm.... A week of luxury or a couple months of rent. Anybody have a pill to counteract responsibility and common sense? Anyone?