Two months ago, I quit my last job, after 8 months, 3 longer than I intended. Editor in Chief. Sounds impressive right? Freebies, that's all it was, lots and lots of freebie-ing, now I'm left baffled when they expect me to pay to enter events... what? why? no.
In the 2 months, I have yet to 'make my salary' but, really, I was overpaid, just like the early years at TSTT, and had to find frivolous needs to squander it away on so perhaps these lessons against conspicuous consumption could be good for my moral development, or at least spurn the beginning of one. could be. But I do miss jay walking through the malls making random purchases. I do I miss that.
wandered across this
http://www.outlish.com/famine-and-feast-the-life-of-a-freelancer/
When so wholesomely written it's hard to trivialize, no fun. While most of this stands for Joe Jane and Tranny Public, guess who has a trump card? I have a fascinating lack of interest in money. The bills somehow always pay themselves. Now, this is no advice to go quitting your job on. You have to really, really believe in fairies and the magic for it to work...
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