Lunch at Wolfgang Puck’s was the funniest part of my last day at Creative Assets. Especially when I told the bus boy who was trying to flirt with me that I WAS Wolfgang Puck. He was like “Oh, there was that rumor that he was dating a really cute girl from the Northwest.”

I said “No, you heard the rumor wrong. He’s not dating one, he IS one.”

Other than that, the day was a little tough. I wrote a press release, I listened to my boss talk to the person who’s going to be doing my job (she’s going to be telecommuting from Portland…um, if I wanted this job I’d be a tad irked about that), and spent much time being paranoid over what TC had said the night before: that the IT Director was probably logging all my websurfed sites and READING THIS VERY BLOG! (if so, HI TRENT!) Whatever.