Turns out the anticipation of the meeting about the writing job was far, far more painful than the actual meeting. I was worried I'd walk in to find a hip, tatooed, pierced grrrll young enough to be . . . young enough to be my much younger sister. Instead, the woman was older than I and incredibly nice and welcoming. In fact, everyone I met was incredibly welcoming.
The end result? The job is mine, and there is as much work as I want to do. I have to ship them my first bit by next Wednesday. Eek.
And after all my dithering over clothes, I wore a pair of khakis and a cool shirt my sister gave me for Christmas. I did buy an outfit yesterday, but I'm not sure I'm going to keep it, so it's still hanging in my closet with the tags on. The skirt is a good transition one; I'm just not sure I actually like it. I have a hard time making my mind up about clothes, which is why I hate shopping for them. If I really need to buy something, I take one of two friends with me. They have better taste than I do, and I trust their judgment over mine any day.
So now to work. Yay me!
4 comments:
YAY! Congratulations! Enjoy the work.
Congrats!! Sounds like something I'd like to do someday... I'm a little jealous, both of the freelance work and the textbook company work. :P
Congrats! Keep the new outfit! As much work as you want to do will pay for it!
I love it when I get to say "I told you so." Which would be now. For the first time ever.
You so totally rock!
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