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So I’m out of town right…

Business… I get home and I think we had a tornado here in this desert because even my yard was bent. Arrgh!

Here’s how I cope:

Target practice baby! Good thing my S.O. is out of town (and I don’t have a gun).

Everything is comin’ our way

Well, I finally got paid for some freelance work I did over a month ago and I’ve written my rebuttal to give to HR regarding that good, old-fashion bashing someone tried to pass off as a review. I feel much better now with some help from mother’s little yellow pills (Joking really, don’t turn me in and I do not condone drug use. If I do, it doesn’t effect my work anyways. Is beer a drug?).

Now, if I could just get the bank to give me back my money…

Ha, wishful thinking. I would however like to be taken seriously. Is it that I’m a writer or a woman, that people don’t think I have a “real job”? Maybe it’s the “freelance” in freelance writer?

Well, you can come and go as you please, right? Aren’t you working from home yet? You don’t really need to go into the office, do you?

NO! YES! Grrr…

It’s called a “job”. J…O…B. This thing called “job” is somewhere you have to be daily. It’s called accountability people. So next time you want me to take the day off to go “tubin’ down the Truckee”, remember my paycheck pays the bills, and clean up that snot the little darling just wiped on the wall if your going to be home all day.

Then again, where’s the balance?

When do you get to stop and reap the rewards of what you have sewn? When I find out, I’ll let you know…

Three centuries later…

Hmmm… Still thinking.