Dialogue

I had an open, honest, thoughtful, and courteous email conversation with my boss/friend (briend?) last night after an opening presented itself to ask about payment. It was awesome. I offered my skills as a bookkeeper, rusty though they are, and was told thank you, but maybe--the problem is time to train someone. Evidently the business is growing in leaps and bounds (and yay!), and more processes and policies need to be designed and implemented. It's just getting too big for her to handle AND do her editorial work, which she loves, as I do. So that's a good problem to have.

Bottom line? I'm picking up "checks" today at 5pm. Yes, checks, plural. Evidently another one came in for me. I can't imagine what it could be for. The last project I finished only finished late last week...but I suppose it's possible. Do I get my hopes up? NO. No hope up-getting. Just accept what you receive, go to the bank, and pay your new cell bill, Jewels. Doih.

I'm so grateful, and so well-trained by my sorority sister mother to never go empty-handed to a friend's house--I baked her a chocolate cake. From scratch. Well, not the frosting. It's buttercream from a can. But the chocolate cake is SO delicious. And my briend needs to gain weight, really, she's underweight, and she loves chocolate, and she has a school-age child who must love cake, so I made a cake. It's what I do. And I have the pleasure of making it without all the added calories from eating it. Heh.

(Email me if you'd like the recipe. SO easy to make.)

So. I am still learning how to be a grownup. Aren't we all?