Bad News and Good News

The Bad News (because I’d rather get it out of the way first):

When I left my job helping unqualified people become underwhelming teachers (I KID, at least five of them were competent. Ashley, you’re one of them), I went to work with a friend, helping her with the small business she owned. When I started working with her, we set a three-month trial period, at the end of which either of us could withdraw from the arrangement, no hard feelings.  Unfortunately, due to a really crappy economy, she really couldn’t afford to keep me after three and a half months, which I expected. Therefore, as of Friday, I have no substantive incoming coming in regularly.

Which kind of sucks. → continue reading

No Longer Working For The Weekend

law_order_ci1Greetings from my couch!  On a Thursday!  At 1:34 PM!  Goren and Eames send their regards.  Benson and Stabler, too.

Monday started my new work situation.  Technically, it started Tuesday, because Monday was my new boss’s birthday, and when you are your own boss, you don’t work on your birthday.  Tuesday and Wednesday, I spent a good portion of the day with my new boss, working with her on learning all the new skills that come along with a new job. → continue reading

Quitter

strategic quittingFirst things first: happy 29th birthday to my husband Chris.  I could wax poetic and write something touching but he doesn’t roll like that in the public sphere of the interwebs, so I’ll keep those sweet nothings between him and me, mmmkay?

Second, I promised on Friday some big news today.  That prompted e-mail from my mother threatening that if she had to hear from my blog that I was pregnant there would be hell to pay.  But no, I’m not pregnant, as anyone who saw me swilling beer at various Holly Hills establishments this weekend is probably relieved to find out.  I did, however, as of 9:12 this morning, put in my notice at work.

Didja hear me?  I QUIT MY JOB, Y’ALL. → continue reading