So, I'm home again today but I'm not exactly playing hooky. I actually don't feel well, and I'm feeling worse minute by minute. I was perfectly healthy when I called in sick yesterday morning, and it's been downhill since then.
And I didn't go see The Incredibles, because I had a very important nap to take. The dog insisted.
I now have a very part time copyediting gig lined up for January. I hope to supplement it with a 3-days-a-week something else with a steady income. Of course, if a fabulous full-time gig presents itself this could all change, but for right this second I feel guardedly good. Assuming finding a lucrative part-time job will be easier to find than a full-time job. Who knows? I just figure that this life is the only one I'm getting, and being in an office 40 hours per week is not making me happy right now. It could still turn out that I need that stability, but...but but but. I feel like I'm just making way for some flash of inspiration that will never find me at my desk on K Street.
Or maybe I'm a horribly lazy person who will make any rationalization to avoid getting out of my nice warm bed so early every day. Those who know me best may nod knowingly to themselves at this point.
Any ideas any of you have about lucrative part-time employment, or cheap health care, are most welcome. I think this is my one last chance at freedom, because if I crash and burn I'll be scared to think outside the box ever again. Isn't that cheery.
That is good news! I have faith that you will certainly NOT crash and burn!
Posted by: StepMonster | November 12, 2004 at 08:21 AM
Send me your snail mail address, woman. I have a whole care package of books ready to send to you :)
Also, would you consider freelance copy editing proofreading? We may have some stuff coming up.....
Posted by: Melissa | November 12, 2004 at 09:42 AM