I had another one of those idiot e-mail exchanges with the demented partner of the company I work for. And I'm tired of it. I think after the holidays, I'm going to have a sit-down with the other partner, my boss/friend, and tell her I have a concern over Ms. A's memory issues. It's seriously a problem. Dealing with her is like going to a nursing home and dealing with an invalid. Either that or she assumes I either already know something that I don't, or that I don't know something that I do--so big assumptions are being made. Even being blunt, "I have no idea what that means," does not get me the right answer from this person. *shrugshoulders* It's like playing charades with someone who does not share a language with me. I'm SO over it.
My husband may have a line on some work out of state. If he does, I'll be in a position to have more leverage to say, "I'm done." If boss/friend is upset or angered or disturbed by my conversation with them in January, I can say "I can't work like this. Unless an author asks for me, I'd just rather not have to deal with it any more, or work only with you." I need to polish that a bit, but that's what I mean.
I'm ready to walk away, if it comes to that. I have enough skills to work on my own, I just don't have the clients, so I'll have to build up my own clientele. I don't have a problem with that, either. Also, There is a very, very good chance that with the reality of extra money coming in, we can move to California. Somewhere in the suburbs of Sacramento. *fingerscrossed* I'm ready to go. I really like where we live now, but our unit is getting smaller and smaller every day, even as we throw away, put in storage, or donate more stuff. It's just too small. And I'd like a yard to do some gardening and let our pets run around in. So yeah, I'm looking forward to that.
I received the manuscript for one of the gigs I've been waiting on. The client is still waiting for the cover art back from the designer, but if I get it formatted before then, when it comes back, I can compress the photo, insert it, and upload for publication. *bam* it's done, and this client always pays quickly. Yes, this is my third project for this client. I really like her, she's professional and thorough, and her stories are really good.
So that's where we are today. A teeny tiny miniscule beam of light on the horizon.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
No Work
I have no work, therefore no money in the pipeline.
I had four jobs lined up, but all four have withered up. One had their own financial problems, and the $1,000 deposit I've been expecting since the last week of September, along with the contract for services, have not arrived. And I don't know when they will. Mostly because the client doesn't know. And they had contacted me in September stating they were ready to move forward with their project.
Two clients wrote that they feel like they need to spend more time with their manuscript, but they'll get back to me after Thanksgiving.
And the last one? I've heard nothing.
I have one final project I'm managing, and the proofs are here for the author, but I need to drive across town and hand it to them--I think I'll send R tomorrow. It looks great to me. I don't know how much I'm getting paid for this gig, although I've already received $50- last month, because the spreadsheets of payments for projects from this vendor does not include fees for what I'm doing. When I asked Ms. Alzeheimer, she said, "Don't worry; you'll get paid."
Huh.
So, things are bad here at our house. The TV / Land Line / Internet are off. I either go somewhere with free WiFi (McDonald's, Denny's, Starbucks, etc.), or we ride on an open WiFi from one of our neighbors. Niiiiiiice. Not proud of that. I asked our cable company for a 48 hour extension on paying our bill, and they said no. Unbelievable. So we've decided to do without (for now).
My husband, who is unemployed, gets the last of his unemployment pay on December 29th, so that may get us through the middle of January. If he doesn't get a job soon, we are Fucked. No doubt about it.
I have an iron in another fire, but I don't wish to talk about it in public. But it won't come before January either.
So to say I'm a bit down in the dumps is an understatement.
My whole life has been like this, and I'm so fucking sick of it.
I had four jobs lined up, but all four have withered up. One had their own financial problems, and the $1,000 deposit I've been expecting since the last week of September, along with the contract for services, have not arrived. And I don't know when they will. Mostly because the client doesn't know. And they had contacted me in September stating they were ready to move forward with their project.
Two clients wrote that they feel like they need to spend more time with their manuscript, but they'll get back to me after Thanksgiving.
And the last one? I've heard nothing.
I have one final project I'm managing, and the proofs are here for the author, but I need to drive across town and hand it to them--I think I'll send R tomorrow. It looks great to me. I don't know how much I'm getting paid for this gig, although I've already received $50- last month, because the spreadsheets of payments for projects from this vendor does not include fees for what I'm doing. When I asked Ms. Alzeheimer, she said, "Don't worry; you'll get paid."
Huh.
So, things are bad here at our house. The TV / Land Line / Internet are off. I either go somewhere with free WiFi (McDonald's, Denny's, Starbucks, etc.), or we ride on an open WiFi from one of our neighbors. Niiiiiiice. Not proud of that. I asked our cable company for a 48 hour extension on paying our bill, and they said no. Unbelievable. So we've decided to do without (for now).
My husband, who is unemployed, gets the last of his unemployment pay on December 29th, so that may get us through the middle of January. If he doesn't get a job soon, we are Fucked. No doubt about it.
I have an iron in another fire, but I don't wish to talk about it in public. But it won't come before January either.
So to say I'm a bit down in the dumps is an understatement.
My whole life has been like this, and I'm so fucking sick of it.
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