Things are humming along here chez moi.
Got the big new account up and running. (It is, predictably, a nightmare to manage, so I'm having fun.)
The second new account, a sort of medium one, should be live by the end of this month. After waiting 2 months for the client to provide me with some text I needed, I did a swap with Gidget and she's writing the text for me in trade for some work I did on an account she took on (but doesn't know how to handle).
Picked up another small new account last week, I need to do some work on that one today so I can bill for it this month. Another small one from the same agency won't be coming online until next month, which gives me a bit of breathing room there.
Today a contact contacted me with two more referrals. I haven't talked to either of them yet but one of them should be decently medium-sized.
Feast or famine, that's my life. If this keeps up, I'll have to go back to working an 8-hour day at least a few days a week. :)
I'm not complaining (well, not really) because my finances can use the boost right now but as I'm sure y'all remember, I didn't become self-employed for the pleasure of working hard a lot of the time.
The Unsavory Skin Condition continues to annoy. It's a lot better, but there's a large gap between "better" and "no longer an issue." My research on the topic confirms that this is less an "outbreak" than the opening movement of a life-long condition. The best I can hope for (and I do hope) is for it all to go into remission--something some lucky sufferers see for months or years at a time.
In the meantime, I itch.
Although "itch"is a small and simple word. It completely fails to convey the magnitude of the situation. (I am so over this entire adventure.)
After an uncharacteristically cool and rainy summer, we're having a warm and rainy autumn so far. Temperatures are supposed to hit 90 by Friday. If this moisture level continues into the winter, it will be one of those years I'll be grateful for my six-step commute.
Today, my biggest excitement may come when I walk across the street to see if my hairdresser can fit me in for a cut. My scalp hasn't been healthy enough to get my hair cut in four months. There are no words for how excited I am about the thought of getting all this mess out of my eyes! I still can't get it dyed--I have (slim) hopes for next month, before I travel, but not looking at the world through a hank of hair will be a huge improvement.
In other words, things seem to be settling down around here. I am--so grateful at the prospect of returning to my uneventful, routine, placid existence. You have no idea.
Hope any excitement in your lives is more fun than frustrating!
Posted by AnneZook at 10:57 AM
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Okay, what's been going on?
Well, all of the non-paying clients paid up and I, in turn, was able to pay most of my bills this summer. That was a little spot of joy.
I got run out of the apartment for a full day unexpectedly, after the Great Ceiling Flood debacle, so that painters could come in and repaint the living room ceiling. That was kind of a pain but it's nice to have a clean ceiling so 50/50 on the good/bad scale.
A second new client came on board. This was a much larger initiative than I've tackled on my own before. Without getting into details that would bore you, I'll just say there were about 97k elements to be created and organized. It took me most of seven days to do the work, and another two days to proofread and correct tiny errors, but the client had a Labor Day launch deadline and I was ready with two days to spare!
I like a project that looks bigger and more complicated than I can deal with. I get too few challenges of that type. Definitely to the good.
This summer has been, by and large, cooler and wetter than any summer we've had in recent years. I've really enjoyed that. Good.
A week ago I walked into the bathroom to wash my hands and found the sink full of black water, with water dripping from the pipes underneath. Bad.
One emergency call to the maintenance service later and we discovered that there was some kind of sewer back-up going on in our building.
They came, they repaired, I cleaned. Blech. I wound up throwing some of the cleaning rags away when I'd finished--I couldn't imagine they'd ever wash clean enough to use again and putting all of that black yuck back into the sewer system didn't sound like a wise idea.
The rest of the icky bad is medical and under the cut because I whine at length about it.
(If you skip it, you won't miss anything interesting or important. It's not related to a terminal disease or anything.)
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