I like to pride myself in being drahma free. I do. I hate drahma.... its like, at this age, there is no excuse. we're not in high school anymore. Yet... how does drahma find me? I mean, I mind my own business better than anyone I know... yet, still find myself in the middle.
I was stunned when I was fired, even though I had stated to people time and again... "this guy is trying to get rid of me, I can tell." But, I walked away calm, packed my stuff up, went to a friends for coffee and lunch at the pub. It was my proclomation to freedom.
yet, as days go by, I begin to loath and hate the man that fired me. him and his five-foot-two inches of smugness and his presonalized license plates. a weasel through and through.
So yesterday, I go on a tem assignment, and what do I see... the Imp's best buddy's (who was hired on the spot when he took over the comany) wife. I suddenly realize that I am at the office of here meployment and that we had once done some design work for them. I think great. so happy to be here now. Fortunately, I did not work anywhere near her. and the job went really well. I go to my car at lunch and call one of the previous author's I worked with as we planned to do coffee some time so that I might see their finished book... well, in steps drahma!
The Imp can't find the files for their second book cover that I designed and they finalized while working there. lovely. So the author wants to know, where might, those files be. So I tell her that they should be on the hardrive of my computer as well as the server, in a folder labeled "jobs in progress" or "jobs to burn to CD." she says, ok, I will let him know... well I get off work and get a message that says "He couldn't find them, he redid the cover... and we do not like it. Can you call him and tell hime where the files are?" UGH. NO! I don't want to talk to him. Crap.... then, I get a message at home that states... "oh, well he now told us he does not have time to work on our second book. So now, we need a designer for our book, and since you did the first one, we think you would be perfect to do the second one!" UGH. NO. I want to be free of that place! Free! do you know and understand what I mean by free?
and then.. the phone rings this a.m. again..... "we want you to work on our book"
So, I don't know. it would be money. Its work I know I can do. Of course, if I do that book, I may be expected by the publisher to freelance on others. I would have to figure out how to do the billing. good god I hate math. but... it would be a good way to keep my summer months a little more free. it is really sunny out.... and I know I should be appliyiong and job hunting. but dang.... I should also be doing yard work.
well... all that said. Drahma. grrrr.........
Ok its almost noon, I should get out of my pajamas and get dressed. make a few phone calls... and yes.. I should go for a bike ride... --ahem-- I mean rake the lawn!
I was stunned when I was fired, even though I had stated to people time and again... "this guy is trying to get rid of me, I can tell." But, I walked away calm, packed my stuff up, went to a friends for coffee and lunch at the pub. It was my proclomation to freedom.
yet, as days go by, I begin to loath and hate the man that fired me. him and his five-foot-two inches of smugness and his presonalized license plates. a weasel through and through.
So yesterday, I go on a tem assignment, and what do I see... the Imp's best buddy's (who was hired on the spot when he took over the comany) wife. I suddenly realize that I am at the office of here meployment and that we had once done some design work for them. I think great. so happy to be here now. Fortunately, I did not work anywhere near her. and the job went really well. I go to my car at lunch and call one of the previous author's I worked with as we planned to do coffee some time so that I might see their finished book... well, in steps drahma!
The Imp can't find the files for their second book cover that I designed and they finalized while working there. lovely. So the author wants to know, where might, those files be. So I tell her that they should be on the hardrive of my computer as well as the server, in a folder labeled "jobs in progress" or "jobs to burn to CD." she says, ok, I will let him know... well I get off work and get a message that says "He couldn't find them, he redid the cover... and we do not like it. Can you call him and tell hime where the files are?" UGH. NO! I don't want to talk to him. Crap.... then, I get a message at home that states... "oh, well he now told us he does not have time to work on our second book. So now, we need a designer for our book, and since you did the first one, we think you would be perfect to do the second one!" UGH. NO. I want to be free of that place! Free! do you know and understand what I mean by free?
and then.. the phone rings this a.m. again..... "we want you to work on our book"
So, I don't know. it would be money. Its work I know I can do. Of course, if I do that book, I may be expected by the publisher to freelance on others. I would have to figure out how to do the billing. good god I hate math. but... it would be a good way to keep my summer months a little more free. it is really sunny out.... and I know I should be appliyiong and job hunting. but dang.... I should also be doing yard work.
well... all that said. Drahma. grrrr.........
Ok its almost noon, I should get out of my pajamas and get dressed. make a few phone calls... and yes.. I should go for a bike ride... --ahem-- I mean rake the lawn!
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ss:
thank you for the kind words....... Mom is doing better today....its been a 9 month haul for her and we all hope she is finally on the right road to recovery.
franziska:
Yeah! You're back.