After Sunday’s OxPod recording, my friend Tony made a crack about how I’m the busiest unemployed person he’s ever heard of.
He’s right. Between being Super Aunt Jodi’s daycare service, class at The Loft, and, well, working freelance, this summer’s bout of unemployment has been the exact opposite of last summer’s bout.
In fact, I just signed up a new client who I’m totally spazzy excited to be working with. This is a woman I had a chance to work with when she consulted at The Little Software Company, and she’s amazing. Her company is awesome, and it’s very female dominated. As much as I love The Nerdery, and I do love it, it’s a lot of testosterone.
So. I need to say it out loud.
Sister #2, the PhD student/social worker, is all about setting goals — small, attainable goals. So, I have a goal. I have TWO goals.
First the easy one. I have to write a new short story be Labor Day. Peabo and I have plans to swap new stories. I wouldn’t want to let her down, and I fully expect her to humiliate me loudly and publicly if I miss this deadline. I plan to do the same for her.
Second, and this is the big one, I’m not going to get a job for the rest of the year. Phew. Scary. The time is right, though. I get some ridiculous amount of unemployment, 92 weeks or something, which I can use to pad me through the famine times.
Between blogging for The Nerdery, my new client, an old client who throws work my way, I think I might be able to stay afloat through the spring. At least that’s my goal.
I don’t want to go back to a cubicle. That’s the goal, really, avoid the cubicle for as long as I can.
I have, just so you know, reached new depths of procrastination since we set our “contract”.
I fully plan to write mine the Sunday before Labor Day. I suspect you expect as much.