I just informed my boss (who I love working for) that I was going to be applying for a new position with the hospital that I currently work for. It was terrible and wonderful for both of us, I think.

The position is part glorified secretary and part graphic artist and part writer/editor. I’m completely qualified for the position and the title of “Graphic Assistant” sounds a lot more respectable than my current “Customer Service” title.

If I could pick a career title, I think I’d like to be an Imagineer at Disneyworld, sweartogod. It sounds half-amazing, half-awe-inspiring.

In any case, I’ve got my iPod on with Hole belting out a girl-gone-crazy tune and I’m filling out a transfer request and feeling pain, just a little bit, for leaving a position I’ve spent three years perfecting and making my own.