If I haven't said it before, let me declare it now: blogging does not, and will not, ever pay the bills. At least not in my world. After all, I'm not the Petersiks. Fortunately, I have a day job. (And I have a husband that has a day job.) I work at an extraordinary creative agency called Go East. They've faithfully employed me for just over a year now and I have nothing but rave reviews of my experience there thus far. Now ironically, Go East has a company blog full of delicious expertise from my brilliant coworkers. And wouldn't you know who's name (and picture – which is post-maternity leave so view with a kind eye) is next to the most recent post. Yep, this lady's. I will be the first to admit that writing a reputable, professional and relevant blog post is FAR more stressful than just spewing my normal cynicism, rants and bull-hocky. That being said, I did find the challenge to be rewarding, inspiring and a wee bit o' fun (at least in the end). Above all, I learned one very important lesson: grammatically correct I am not. Bless the proofreaders of the world and of Go East. You are an amazing breed. Without further adieu… my post.