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so raise the roof this once and follow me
Aug. 24th, 2004 12:06 pmSo far today I've written a letter to my supervisor asking about the possibility of getting a freelance job here (because the boys basically ganged up on me yesterday and said I had to had to had to right! now! Every time they walked past the room, they'd do a little air typing and look significantly at me.) and written to the woman with the place. Yeah, I'm still hoping it's available, but it is through a coworker/friend of my brother's.
So that's my responsibleness for the day, or at least for the morning. I'll probably be more responsible in the afternoon. Plus, I'm making little mental plans, which I always try and avoid doing until things are set, but I keep thinking, "The metro to here would probably be less time than it takes me to walk to work now. (I had this happen in DC once as well--Dupont to Rosslyn on the metro took less time than walking from 16th and U to 20th and K) but I would have to pay, but the monthly pass is less than I'd been worrying about. So this might be possible to afford. And I'll get my security deposit back from the friends house, so even if I end up missing a paycheck in the transition to freelance, assuming I get a transition to freelance, I would still have money for rent..." Little things like that. I feel calmer today, but it's probably just transitory--I'm sure I'll freak out at some point.
THe boys are very sure there will be no problem with me being converted to freelance, but I don't know...I'm just worried that she'll think there's not enough work here to justify freelancing on my part. Which means I'll have to pull out my resume and show her all the fabulous things I can do that they don't even know about. I don't worry that the company as a whole wouldn't be able to find work for me to do, but this group alone might not. We'll see. yesterday I was doing math in my head, and realising that if I got what the boys are getting as freelancers, I could double the money I can spend on my rent, and *still* have more expendable cash than I make every month right now. Not to mention that I wouldn't need to pay that much in rent, and could still probably find a nice place some place nice. So I'm hoping hoping hoping that something will work out, even given my really bad luck with the work and housing gods lately. Perhaps I need some Lares.
Today I'm wearing one of my work dresses, a rib knit almost t-shirt dress. A little more shape to it. A lot more shape in it, once I'm in it as well. The cool thing is, I tried it on before I packed it to bring it up here, and thought, "Well, I don't know. I guess it's okay, just not all that flattering." It doesn't even cling to my hips anymore. This is really cool because the scale keeps telling me I'm back at 170 again, though my pants tell me I haven't put weight back on, at least not there. I have to keep reminding myself that muscle weighs more than fat, cause it's clear I haven't put weight back on or I'd be overflowing my clothing again, instead of looking (as I'm assured by most of my house) quite hot in this outfit today. A truck stopped for me to cross the road this morning. Techincally, they're required to stop. In practice, rarely happens. And the car coming the other way stopped too. :)
So that's my responsibleness for the day, or at least for the morning. I'll probably be more responsible in the afternoon. Plus, I'm making little mental plans, which I always try and avoid doing until things are set, but I keep thinking, "The metro to here would probably be less time than it takes me to walk to work now. (I had this happen in DC once as well--Dupont to Rosslyn on the metro took less time than walking from 16th and U to 20th and K) but I would have to pay, but the monthly pass is less than I'd been worrying about. So this might be possible to afford. And I'll get my security deposit back from the friends house, so even if I end up missing a paycheck in the transition to freelance, assuming I get a transition to freelance, I would still have money for rent..." Little things like that. I feel calmer today, but it's probably just transitory--I'm sure I'll freak out at some point.
THe boys are very sure there will be no problem with me being converted to freelance, but I don't know...I'm just worried that she'll think there's not enough work here to justify freelancing on my part. Which means I'll have to pull out my resume and show her all the fabulous things I can do that they don't even know about. I don't worry that the company as a whole wouldn't be able to find work for me to do, but this group alone might not. We'll see. yesterday I was doing math in my head, and realising that if I got what the boys are getting as freelancers, I could double the money I can spend on my rent, and *still* have more expendable cash than I make every month right now. Not to mention that I wouldn't need to pay that much in rent, and could still probably find a nice place some place nice. So I'm hoping hoping hoping that something will work out, even given my really bad luck with the work and housing gods lately. Perhaps I need some Lares.
Today I'm wearing one of my work dresses, a rib knit almost t-shirt dress. A little more shape to it. A lot more shape in it, once I'm in it as well. The cool thing is, I tried it on before I packed it to bring it up here, and thought, "Well, I don't know. I guess it's okay, just not all that flattering." It doesn't even cling to my hips anymore. This is really cool because the scale keeps telling me I'm back at 170 again, though my pants tell me I haven't put weight back on, at least not there. I have to keep reminding myself that muscle weighs more than fat, cause it's clear I haven't put weight back on or I'd be overflowing my clothing again, instead of looking (as I'm assured by most of my house) quite hot in this outfit today. A truck stopped for me to cross the road this morning. Techincally, they're required to stop. In practice, rarely happens. And the car coming the other way stopped too. :)
