If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather be working.

If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather be working.

I was wallowing. There was no other word for it. Too much Pepsi and too many Reuben’s. And chocolate. God, the chocolate. I was in an empty Pioneer Square loft having just moved my clothes from the temporary housing my new agency put me up in. Temp housing I was still...