When I named this site, I thought I was being pretty clever — striking on a Simpsons quote while covering my ass in the future.  Either I actually was going to be a big wheel in my figurative cracker factory or else I was just going to be making fun of myself for not managing to get a job before anyone else could make fun of me.

I’m still not sure which way it’s going to swing, but for now, let’s just say: Molly 1, rest of the world 0.  I’ve landed a job, in Ireland no less, and it does indeed involve a degree of writing.  I’m happy and excited to get my life moving, where I want to be.

The one issue standing in the way?  The visa.  It’s hopefully not going to be in my way much longer, but it is going to take about two weeks to process.  This is problematic, as I sleepily booked my ticket for the start of June before doing the math and realizing that that is not going to give me very much wiggle room (if any).  I’m at once hoping that time slows down just enough to let them process my application in time, and stomping around willing time to go faster so that I CAN GET OUT OF THIS PLACE.

I don’t have time to write well on this thing at the moment.  There’s too much to do between now and then!