Here's the thing . . . I'm done with school, waiting on my magical piece of paper that says I can legally charge money to ply my trade (love that phrase). In the meantime, I'm startin to sweat this unemployed status. So I had lunch with my good friend Julie today, who is also on a similar "start a new career and be self-employed" journey, though hers involved getting a Masters Degree (go Jules!) and she is actually gainfully employed as a freelance writer/editor, in fact employed to the point of being too busy. She has hired a person to assist her, and may need another person to do some part time editing at home. Now that's just right up my alley, anal retentive wordsmith that I am, so I'm pretty excited that it might provide just that little bit of extra income to help things along as I'm getting my massage therapy clientele built up, and also just to keep my brain exercised as well as my body. She also mentioned a possible part time gig doing some financial stuff if her relative who is doing it now takes another job. My dilemma is that I also enjoy doing finanical work (go figure, since I hate math, but there's something rather satisfying about balance a checkbook, etc.). I don't think I will have time for both part time ventures (though I might at the beginning), so I don't know which to choose if they both in fact become a real possiblity. But I am encouraged that there might be some work I could do at home that will work around my already flexible massage schedule. I guess the scariest part (and Julie struggles with this some too) is that all this flexibility and being your own boss means you must be responsible for your own work habits and no one is going to make you do it - you have to make sure you work enough to get everything done on time, and that it's all done right, etc. because there's no one breathing down your neck (well, Julie does have deadlines, but you get my drift).
I hope one of these things works out so that I can ease my mind (and Jay's) by having a little income in the interim. This extended vacation is fun, but pretty soon the anxiety of no money coming in is going to overshadow the joy of a free schedule.
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very glad to see you enjoyed chumscrubber!!!!
ryan pickop
Wow, you make it sound like I actually have a job and a life. :) It is a really interesting endeavor; that is for sure. Some days are better than others. Take Wednesday for example. The fact that I sat with you for "lunch" until almost 5 p.m. at Corner Bakery and then went home and worked until 3:30 a.m. to meet my deadline. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? I dunno, but it was sure a lot of fun to get to spend that time even though I had to pay for it later! :)
I also was pinching myself while I was waiting for you to arrive from your doctor's appointment-gone-goofy. Even though I didn't manage to hook up to the wireless hotspot network I pay $1.99 per month for (Barnes and Noble was just a wee bit too far from Corner Bakery to get a strong enough connection), I was able to work on some other stuff I already had downloaded and was amazed at the thought that I was actually getting paid to sit on a patio on a late summer afternoon and work! What fun...
And for the record, I was just waiting for YOU to bring up doing some editing work with me. I have hoped and figured you might all along. I only know three, maybe four people in the world who have the natural ability to write and edit as well as you do that I also actually LIKE! ;)
it has to be someone i know, because they say that they know i grew up in the church, and i don't really make references to that in my blog. and plus, they called me "linds." that creeped me out. i just can't think who i know that would do that though. i almost think maybe it was my brother or his fiance, and i'm leaning more towards the fiance but i hate to think she'd be so passive agressive. i hate to think that anyone would be, but clearly someone is. hmmm who knows.
dude it's time to update. while you were rafting i kept checking your blog semi-compulsively bc i kept forgetting you were out of town.
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