So I�ve been working on this freelance project all weekend (and today), and I am just plum tuckered out. Don�t get me wrong, it�s been a phenomenal experience and I�m loving every long, drawn-out, stress-saturated, overly dramatic minute of it. Good thing, too, since I may have lost my job at Arts-Friendly Non-Profit in the name of it. But we�ll get to that.
The good news is that I love what I�m doing, and I also love that I can finally say that about a job without a �but�� tacked onto the end. It�s been an incredible experience, both educationally and vocationally speaking, and I�m fascinated by every aspect of the work that I�m doing. The bad news is that a good 90% of the people I�m working with every single day are high-strung, stressed-out, self-involved, and�well, overly dramatic. But that�s part of the beauty of it all! At least, for now. Let me do this for another few weeks and I�ll probably want to start kicking teeth in all over the place.
The other bad news is that this gig didn�t ever give me a set schedule, but just kind of lets me know a day in advance when they�ll need me. This is fine with me, but not so with Sophie. I can�t say as I blame her, since she has a lot of duties, and has both the right and the responsibility to know her employees can be counted on to do their jobs. On the other hand�well, fuck Sophie. I didn�t come out here to be an Account Representative, y�all.
Anyway, I found out late last night that they would need me today, and so I called and left messages for Sophie, Sam (that�s New Girl, for those who missed the memo), and Agent Orange, detailing my situation. I knew that I had covered every base as best I could -- I could not get shitcanned like the Cute Receptionist for failing to alert employer and agency about taking time off -- but I also knew Sophie would be hella pissed off about it. I made a point to call Agent Orange again this morning, just to touch base and make sure she got the message, and she said she�d gotten a cryptic one-line email back from Sophie saying I should go ahead and take the week off altogether.
Uh-oh. I think. Is that an �uh-oh�? Even Agent Orange wasn�t clear on whether or not that was �PS�Don�t come back� or �PS�Don�t freak about it, see you in a week�. My honest guess is that it meant �PS�We�ll try things without you for a week before we decide to flush you from the payroll�, because I�m pretty damn sure Sophie doesn�t want my ass around much longer, sucking valuable dollars from the company funds and just generally not being reliable in a day-to-day availability sense. My honest reaction, however, is kind of a big �whatever�. Like, I don�t want to be branded Unreliable, but, as I�ve mentioned, I also don�t want to be branded Account Representative, either.
In any case, this is also a time for sadness. See, on Saturday, when I began my first day on the new job, I pulled out my nipple ring, knowing it might be a problem. When I tried to thread it back through at the end of the day, I found the hole had already closed up and healed shut. In less than eight hours, the piercing I got three years ago (to this very day!)(well, yesterday now, technically) was a thing of the past. Sigh. I guess now I have to find a new identity.
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