Everything happened so quickly. Less than 36 hours ago I was pacing up and down a marble-floored lobby like a twitchy, skinny crack addict waiting for my interview to begin. And now - just four hours ago to be exact - I finally pressed 'Send' on my formal acceptance-of-offer e-mail.
So, first things first. The new gig is at a law firm in Martin Place, right next door to Tiffany's. It's also across from the Channel 7 studios, so you can rest assured that I'll be doing the mandatory talking-on-the-the phone-and-waving-like-a-fuckin-pleb thing outside the window at least once while I'm there.