Dream job? Close enough!
For the grand total of two people who have been wondering why I haven’t blogged– I’m not dead! Thank God. No, I’m ready to leave all my beliefs and become a St. Petersburg, FL resident. (Uh– what do you call those people? St. Petenese? St. Petersburgarian?) because I am now… professional Pyra!
… and I’m getting paid to do what I enjoy!
Even better– I have been crazy blessed to work in downtown St. Petersburg. St. Pete is gorgeous– perhaps more gorgeous than a pack of Chippendales dripping in melted Nestle Crunch… no wait… hmmm. True, I’ve passed neighborhoods that seem questionable, but the criss-cross of plentiful roads also reveal neighborhoods teeming with culture. And did I mention the food? Central Avenue alone is more inviting to foodies than any Tampa street I remember.
But Downtown St. Pete is where it’s at. In the time it took me to eat my sandwich, I passed handfuls of restaurants, dozens of bikers, and butt loads of dogs. In my eye sight loomed the famous pier, museums, and yachts. Everyone is outside. I guess Tampa’s downtown professionals prefer to hide in their cubicles.
This is the view I witness everytime I walk into my office!
Dream job? Well… awesome job in an awesome location. I’m pretty happy. Now about those buff guys and chocolate…