Friday, April 18, 2008


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!


Anonymous said...

YAY! Congratulations! Enjoy the work.

Anonymous said...

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

Anonymous said...

Congrats! Keep the new outfit! As much work as you want to do will pay for it!

Barb Matijevich said...

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!