Jim Anderson's day job

By night, Jim Anderson protects the weak, crushes the high-and-mighty, paints frescoes in basilicas, serves soup to orphans, fixes broken traffic signals, puts the toilet seat down, cranks out #1 hit singles, decodes semaphore signals from passing freighters, bakes a mean peach crumble, and does all the other noble deeds you'd expect Jim Anderson to do, given that he also blogs for a while before sleeping for thirty minutes in a hyperbaric chamber.

What, though, fills Jim Anderson's time during the day?

Thanks to the magic of telecommuting, Jim Anderson can participate in multivariate tasks from the comfort of his sofa. Upon rising, Jim checks Utah real estate listings and sends quick emails to his clients, finishing before his coffee percolates. A quick phone call to his recording studio placates a nervous industry exec--Anderson can stir the pancake batter while chatting on the cell. He spits out a new algorithm while playing three-deal solitaire, plugs in his digicam and checks out a batch of recent basketball portraits, dreams up new flower arrangements as the pancakes turn golden brown. He spills syrup on a drawing of a nifty new stained glass window for St. Claire's (where the orphanage is found, natch), then marks a few economics essays until stricken by the urge to blog again.

Don't you wish you were Jim Anderson.






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