Oh dear...
Well, as people know, I started trying to fix computers to earn a bit of money. The people for whom I did the work for seem pleased, and have since then either asked for more work or passed on my details to someone else, who has given me more work. The net effect is that my work is threatening to bloom into small business territory.
This is not something that makes me happy. It started off with me just trying to earn some money to supplement what my parents gave me. However, to do a proper job incurs various costs, and now I'm in the position where I have money coming in (I'm not sure how much), money going out (not sure how much) and I'm panicking because I don't know, although I feel I'm up positively. It's also amusing. I should not need to be keeping accounts. Yet, clearly, this is the way forwards if the work stays this busy.
I'm also a little upset about this because the rate of work is approaching a threshold where my fragile mental health can't cope. I rely on the fact that I can run away from the world and not function for a few days, if that's what my brain is doing. So far, it's not been much of a problem as it mainly affects the speed I do things (and less the quality). Since most of the people know me, I'm charging very little and one of the people knows about my issues (and so is calmer about it that I am), prompt service isn't so important. But it will be in the future, if the trend continues and I have more work and less time, so I will have to do something about it. Just not sure what.
The absolutely strangest thing about doing this kind of work is that I help repair some computers, I then think of a number representing the grief the work caused me divided by the level of professionalism I showed and then charge that. Then people pay me. It seems... somehow immoral? I like fixing computers. I seem to be good at it. I like the challenge. I like the way people are happier when I fix something that I find easy that they find hard and was stressing them. I like the way I make their lives easier and better by making the computers behave in a manner that helps them. And now I'm being paid for this? *is boggled*
This is not something that makes me happy. It started off with me just trying to earn some money to supplement what my parents gave me. However, to do a proper job incurs various costs, and now I'm in the position where I have money coming in (I'm not sure how much), money going out (not sure how much) and I'm panicking because I don't know, although I feel I'm up positively. It's also amusing. I should not need to be keeping accounts. Yet, clearly, this is the way forwards if the work stays this busy.
I'm also a little upset about this because the rate of work is approaching a threshold where my fragile mental health can't cope. I rely on the fact that I can run away from the world and not function for a few days, if that's what my brain is doing. So far, it's not been much of a problem as it mainly affects the speed I do things (and less the quality). Since most of the people know me, I'm charging very little and one of the people knows about my issues (and so is calmer about it that I am), prompt service isn't so important. But it will be in the future, if the trend continues and I have more work and less time, so I will have to do something about it. Just not sure what.
The absolutely strangest thing about doing this kind of work is that I help repair some computers, I then think of a number representing the grief the work caused me divided by the level of professionalism I showed and then charge that. Then people pay me. It seems... somehow immoral? I like fixing computers. I seem to be good at it. I like the challenge. I like the way people are happier when I fix something that I find easy that they find hard and was stressing them. I like the way I make their lives easier and better by making the computers behave in a manner that helps them. And now I'm being paid for this? *is boggled*