In the mornings I work
as a receptionist. I like the job it is
not stressful and it gives me plenty of time for my passion which is writing
and the sludge job helps pay the bills.
I use a freelance
website to source writing work. I have
become picky about the work I do. I no
longer take on topics that I find extremely boring and I chose work that pays
reasonably. When I was starting out I
took on a job that paid 5 dollars and took me two weeks to do simply to gain
experience. I earn more than 5 dollars
an hour with my morning job but it was worth it to build up a freelancing
reputation. Michael teased me a lot
about the 5 dollar job and for a while he referred to me as “slave labour”.
When you do freelance
work you have happy jobs where you do the job hand over the work and the people
pay you. Wham Bam, thank you Mam.
But then you get the
other fuckers.
SIGH
SIGH, SIGH
In the final stages of
writing a report for a client the day before submitting it to him, he asks me
for my basic layout so that if I am going in the wrong direction he can I
quote, “save time”
Now I am picturing
myself slamming his head against a brick wall.
I don’t have a clue
what he looks like but my imagination has made him hideously ugly.
I wrote him a polite
message pointing out that a week ago submitting my outline would have been
beneficial but a day from completion it is not.
What I really wanted
to say was:
What the fuck are you
on?
Now in my mind there is blood everywhere.
And I have this Door’s
lyric stuck in my head:
No comments:
Post a Comment