"When I'm stressed, I deal with it by writing. Not always ads, but mostly. So I know what you mean. It's nice to be able to do what you're good at. It'd be nicer if it paid more, but that's probably everyone's complaint, even the guys who make big bucks."

If he could get out of his father's apartment, for one thing. Sure, he might be able to afford it now, but he's pretty sure his dad isn't going to let him leave until he finds a much better place, finds a girlfriend, gets his life 'in order', whatever that means. As far as he's concerned, having a steady job and a reliable paycheck counts as having his life in order, even if his personal life is in a state of disrepair.

He's not exactly sure he should have another drink, but Ned's up and fetching them before he has time to ponder it over, and once the drink is on the table, he can't turn it down. This one he'll try to take slower. Pacing himself is important. He has no intention of getting drunk and embarrassing after just barely meeting the guy.

"Seven bosses. Well, eight, I guess, if you count Peggy, and I do, mostly because she's perfectly capable of yelling at me, and often does. To be fair, she usually has pretty good reasons for it. And then there're... yeah, I guess ten is about right. My job also occasionally consists of sleeping at the office, and being the only sober one in the whole building. Which is about as fun as you can imagine."