Emale
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So, for texting (which, honestly, I HATE), I’m setting myself a goal of 5000 texts per month. Interestingly, I’m being solicited by a company that pays .09 per text. Which, in American, is almost .19 per text. Damn, that’s tempting if they want me and if they have any kinda traffic. Last month, in 45 hours of work, I did 2893 texts. And I took most of the month off. Unfortunately, I have NOT been taking advantage of the non-rota system we have now. I should. I need to. But I hate this job so bad.
Either way, 5000 texts a month is an additional 500 or so dollars. I need, really NEED to get moving on writing again. Writing FOR PAY, mind you. But if I could make $500 a month texting (We’ll assume that’s 80 hours, so 20 hours per week) and another $250 with Pay Per Post (two posts daily at $4 or more each-which take about 20 minutes each to write-so let’s say 5 hours a week), that would be $750 for 100 hours a month. Not exactly a living wage, but helpful.
I just hate texting so bad. It HURTS that I am good at it. And dreading doing it makes it hard for me to focus on things like the Thirty Day Challenge or on writing PPP posts. Don’t even get me started about how it’s keeping me from searching for a job in LA or how it makes me wanna leave the day job early.
I have to get, and stay, organized. Only with a plan can I succeed, since procrastination is my middle name. Hell, my first and last, too. It seems (though I could be wrong) that if I get into a schedule, it won’t kill me so bad to do the slutting.