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Well, I fell right off that Good Stuff bandwagon, didn't I? Fail. It was for a happy reason, though: I was overwhelmed with freelance work. See, when I left the Publisher last year, I signed on for part-time at the Magazine. Fortunately, I started doing some graphic design freelance work to supplement that income, and though it has sort of ebbed and flowed (which is the way of things, when it comes to this kind of work, I guess) I actually came out on top. Whoo! In November I lost one of my biggest regular clients and it was a HUGE blow (I didn't do anything wrong, the budget was just cut). Two days before Christmas, while on vacation in Florida, I got a call offering me a full-time position because my boss wanted to reduce his hours. I'm not dummy, I took it. I gots a wedding to pay for, yo! And thank God, really, because did I tell you that Mike's company folded as soon as we got back from vacation? The whole fucking thing is closing its doors at the end of February, so he's been spending his work days beefing up his portfolio, working on his website, and sending out his resume. He's a talented guy and I have complete faith that this will ultimately be very good for him, but you can imagine how delighted I am that the last week has been mental as far as freelancing goes.
I got eight graphic design jobs (!!!) and then my friend Timothy was going to be out of town for Sundance and knew one of his clients needed help pronto, so he hooked me up. I spent twenty horrible after-work hours scrutinizing end-of-year real-estate reports for NYC and the surrounding areas. I had a couple of nights of four hours of sleep, working until 3am then waking up at 7am to finish. Far be it from me to scoff in the face of money, but I'm glad to be over the hump. Today I hammered out three of the remaining design jobs (two more to go!) and I'm feeling QUITE accomplished. I absolutely bit off too much, but I made it happen anyway, and I have a bunch of sweet paychecks coming in to prove it. I wasn't altogether confident I'd be able to make this work when I quit the Publisher, and it makes me feel pretty damn awesome that within a year and change I've made more money than I made there but I've also greatly expanded my skill set, my resume, and my happiness with my work.
With all this money coming in, I feel a little better about stimulating the economy on Saturday. I'm not a big shopper, but things were getting dire. None of my pants fit anymore and are starting to do that horrible paper-bagging thing because there's excess fabric when I belt them. Jeans shopping is one of my most hated practices, and it wasn't great, but guys? Guys? I came home with a pair of straight-leg jeans, a pair of skinny jeans, and two pencil skirts. I've never worn any of these items before. Always boot cut or loose fit or, good heavens, giant men's carpenter jeans. It's been an interesting evolution, from this to this (note: I still love green). Even crazier, some time in the last month I hit the single digits. I'm wearing a size eight now, damnit! And one of the skirts is mysteriously a six! I have never in my life worn these sizes and I'm still in a state of disbelief about it. I was a size nine in grade school. GRADE SCHOOL. Eleven-year-old Heather wore bigger pants than 30-year-old Heather does. Bananas.
So I know it's vain, but really I'm looking forward to wearing my new, hot jeans tomorrow. And I'm looking forward to a couple of nights in which I can do something other than a metric ton of freelancing. I like revenue, but I like hanging out with Mike and my friends even more. Here's to a fantastic week.
I got eight graphic design jobs (!!!) and then my friend Timothy was going to be out of town for Sundance and knew one of his clients needed help pronto, so he hooked me up. I spent twenty horrible after-work hours scrutinizing end-of-year real-estate reports for NYC and the surrounding areas. I had a couple of nights of four hours of sleep, working until 3am then waking up at 7am to finish. Far be it from me to scoff in the face of money, but I'm glad to be over the hump. Today I hammered out three of the remaining design jobs (two more to go!) and I'm feeling QUITE accomplished. I absolutely bit off too much, but I made it happen anyway, and I have a bunch of sweet paychecks coming in to prove it. I wasn't altogether confident I'd be able to make this work when I quit the Publisher, and it makes me feel pretty damn awesome that within a year and change I've made more money than I made there but I've also greatly expanded my skill set, my resume, and my happiness with my work.
With all this money coming in, I feel a little better about stimulating the economy on Saturday. I'm not a big shopper, but things were getting dire. None of my pants fit anymore and are starting to do that horrible paper-bagging thing because there's excess fabric when I belt them. Jeans shopping is one of my most hated practices, and it wasn't great, but guys? Guys? I came home with a pair of straight-leg jeans, a pair of skinny jeans, and two pencil skirts. I've never worn any of these items before. Always boot cut or loose fit or, good heavens, giant men's carpenter jeans. It's been an interesting evolution, from this to this (note: I still love green). Even crazier, some time in the last month I hit the single digits. I'm wearing a size eight now, damnit! And one of the skirts is mysteriously a six! I have never in my life worn these sizes and I'm still in a state of disbelief about it. I was a size nine in grade school. GRADE SCHOOL. Eleven-year-old Heather wore bigger pants than 30-year-old Heather does. Bananas.
So I know it's vain, but really I'm looking forward to wearing my new, hot jeans tomorrow. And I'm looking forward to a couple of nights in which I can do something other than a metric ton of freelancing. I like revenue, but I like hanging out with Mike and my friends even more. Here's to a fantastic week.