If this is Heaven, I'm bailing out.

At 19 February 2006, I am working from home and making £50,000 per annum.

That's my new goal. (Note statement in present tense.)

The job search is fundamentally unappealing — I'm eminently employable at £50K or more, but it's a better-upholstered rut. I'll get the job, but I'd like motivation and rent doesn't cut it. I need a world to conquer. A shit job is so much easier in the service of a goal.

Having frou_frou over, talking about her shop, one day before work fucked me over, distinctly caught my interest. When I met Nicky in 1989, she was living in a two-bedroom flat, one bedroom of which was her vintage wardrobe. She's had a lot of jobs since then, but running a vintage clothing store is somehow a natural fit. Certainly much more so than her day job at IBM.

disastrid also gets many points for My Million Dollar Year: turning the pursuit of a buck into an actual art project.

I have greatly enjoyed being at home with redcountess by day and having arkady just a short walk away. I know I need to do this; the only question is how.

Suggestions on the next step are most welcomed. Telecommuting, pimping ho's on eBay, patent-sharking ...