First day without PB. So peaceful. So nice. People just working, doing their thing, chatting but not slacking. Definitely the right decision. He was a fractal peg in a round hole, or something. The rest of the crew hung with him this weekend, and it sounds like he's coming around to realize that it might not be the worst thing ever, and may try and stay in the city.
I thought I'd come home and make modified BLTs tonight... but I have no bacon. So then I thought, well, I'll scramble up some eggs and add tomato and fresh herbs and such... but I have no eggs. I don't know how that happened - I *distinctly* remember looking at eggs on the shelf yesterday. I guess I never actually picked any up? So now it's looking like hot dog or cheese toast with tomato. Woo hoo.
Either I'm getting more absent-minded or I need to check the attic access and see if my mentally ill sister is living up there. Actually, if she was a) I'd be psyched since that would mean she's out of my folks' house and b) my house would for sure be lots cleaner. She wouldn't just unpack some cds, she'd do some serious organizing.
Remember how yesterday I said I needed more clients?
Holy. Shit.
After I signed up at my new co-working space (I'll be going once a week, it's so cool: www.bizperc.com) I got a resume request from someone who worked with a business there. THIS AFTERNOON.
And I got a request from a friend of a friend of a friend.
AND I got 4 positive responses for queries I made of kinda big-name freelancing/entrepreneur gurus for this article I'm writing to try to sell, so I can go ahead and send a query letter saying "A, B, C and D have signed on to contribute to this article. Hire me, bitches!"
Which is to say, yeah. Drew, I don't have employees, but I am LOVING running my own business. I am working mad hours, but I am digging the hell out of it...and it looks like it's WORKING.
Ok, having a minor flip-out of happiness. And now I must go work a little more.
Thanks, Zen!
Oh - and Teppy? I'm interviewing Danielle Corsetto, of Girls With Slingshots.
SQUEE!
Also for Teppy: can you confirm if the "don't drink" sticker on my faux-Wellbutrin is a "don't get super drunk" vs "one drink will destroy your liver function"?
Also for Teppy: can you confirm if the "don't drink" sticker on my faux-Wellbutrin is a "don't get super drunk" vs "one drink will destroy your liver function"?
Teppy will be able to confirm this, I'm sure, but this time last year I asked if it meant, "A little won't kill you, but we can't put that on a warning sticker because we'll get sued by the relatives of some chucklehead who defined 'a little' as two six-packs of beer and a fifth of vodka" and I believe the answer is "a little won't kill you".
smonster, I'm glad work is going better without PB.
Askye - that's the danger of working at a Michael's - clearance season. I believe this time of year they are thinning the shelves in preparation for taking inventory.
I'm kind of grateful I can't get to Michael's too easily - every time I walk in there, I walk out with a bag full of STUFF. And the cashiers must dread people like me because it's always lots and lots of little things.
Oh - and Teppy? I'm interviewing Danielle Corsetto, of Girls With Slingshots.
Dang, that is awesome!
Also for Teppy: can you confirm if the "don't drink" sticker on my faux-Wellbutrin is a "don't get super drunk" vs "one drink will destroy your liver function"?
Yeah, it's a CYA thing. You're fine as long as you don't define "one drink" as "a fifth of whiskey."
I am babysitting today and Thursday this week and every Tuesday for the next several weeks. Yay, for earning a tiny bit of income!
G was very upset when his mom left today, but he has been good ever since.
