Oh the wonder...

I <3 my job. I love it so much that I will say it again, for pleasure. Be it my own, or yours. I'm very glad I landed this gig. There's more exposure than that of a 16 year-olds' under-dressed body.

Today, I found a prop in my box. It made things much more entertaining. Scaring people with a cheap plastic horn equaled hours of endless laughter.

One question still boggles my mind. Why do parents say thank you after I've scared their kids, or amused them in any way? It doesn't seem like the appropriate thing to say. And it's as though they hide it from them too. A big 'THANK YOU' is mimed on their lips, like they were the ones that cleverly planned this 'surprise'... and it worked! Either way, I am thanked daily for making young ones smile.

Could I ask for a better job? Not now, if I didn't have this, I'd probably still be writing sad, sad poetry.