Anna Baker has been a notorious jobslut ever since unceremoniously quitting her first fast food job as a teenager. Now she has about as much chance committing to a career as Richard Branson does to retiring. Unsure if this is something to celebrate or worry about, she moves to London and proceeds to bounce around from promising positions at a law firm to a brief fling as a marital detective and everything in between. In between talking her way into jobs she is in no way qualified for, like preparing the dead for viewings at a mortuary and selling slum flats, she injects a little nonsense into the humdrum life of the normals around her- without ever trying to face her past. When she finally stumbles into a career that seems perfect-weird hours, lots of shopping, plenty of wine-but starts to flake out anyway, her closest friends begin holding up mirrors she cannot avoid. Will Anna ever realize the things she keeps running from may be all she ever wanted? In this hilarious novel about all the places we look for fulfilment, Jobslut is perfect for those still trying to find themselves in the biggest relationship of them all: the nine-to-five.