My friends say I’m funny.

Lisbon is one of the places where Monday is funday. Your Diva confirms.
If your idea of fun is starting Tuesday with hangover, you are at the right city.

People who hate their jobs call it the perfect way to reduce the week to three functional days. Maybe two, because who works on Friday?

It’s not that I hate my job. Honestly, who hates being a Diva?

But here I am, carrying a headache like a crown. It’s too small, which makes it torture. It’s not a wound of indulgence. I was hurt on a mission. I call it a work accident. My insurance disagrees. But I’m insisting on spa to be covered as an emergency treatment.

The thing is, I’m looking for a side income. It’s not that being a Diva doesn’t cover my champagne fund. Or maybe it is…

Anyway… I don’t have any practical skills like coding or crochet. I’m minimum wage intolerant so no service jobs for me, please. I’m not into a status game, but just imagine: Customer support Diva. Diva data analyst?.. Diva Barista… okay, latte artist could work. But I’m lactose intolerant.

I was absolutely lost… But then I remembered my friends say I’m funny. I can do comedy! Comedy Diva sounds right!

Without further ado, cut to your blond diva taking notes in the comedy bar around the block. The rest is history. Or call it a story I don’t remember.

Another reason I call it a work accident. My insurance says they don’t cover memory loss. I will complain.

Anyway… I have notes I don’t remember taking.