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Here’s the friday five:

1. What is your current occupation? Is this what you chose to be doing at this point in your life? Why or why not?

Tech writer / web designer for the IT department of a mortgage banking company. Of course it is, it’s what I am doing, isn’t it? Nobody’s holding a gun to my head, fer chrissake. It’s not what I’d rather be doing at this point, but I’m not being held hostage to it – I am here out of choice.

2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be?

Writing full-time, doing research and being a philanthropist. Maybe being a war correspondant or setting up and running international health projects.

3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices?

Mom was a nurse, Dad career military turned nuclear physicist. It certainly instilled a strong sense of *no whining* as well as the drive to help others whenever possible.

4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family?

I thought that’s what I was doing when I married my husband – giving up that dream of being a jet-setting international war correspondant. Then I realized that I married the right guy – I can still do whatever I want and he’ll back me 100 percent.

5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why?

The easiest job in the world has to be as a secret shopper for manicure and pedicure salons (if there is such a thing). The hardest job – being a full-time parent. Definitely totally intimidated by that one. Lacking copious reserves of patience as I do.

Abu Nidal’s death has left us with one less cockroach to be stomped. I can only hope that none of the bullets pierced major arteries so it took him a while to die. Yeah, I’m a day late and a dollar short on this one, but I’ve been muzzy headed and sleeping a lot all week, so I’m running behind on all kinds of things.

I feel yucky. Nobody at work will take responsibility for bringing the plague into our office, it’s my last week (allegedly) as a contractor so it’s the last week I get paid for overtime, as well as the last week before I get sick days. That’s gotta qualify for an entry in the Gallery of Moderately Annoying Coincidences.