Yesterday was my first test in "going out on a school night" since the start of the new job. The reliably fun Ms. Krantz joined Stevie and me at Sauce for a pleasant evening that ended, in a fit of admirable responsibility, just before midnight. I felt acceptably rested this morning and strangely enough, Stevie woke up before I did. I even managed a shower.
Word around The Internets has Jill rolling into town some time today. Experience tells me she won't be available to entertain non-relatives until some time this weekend, but since my first week's pay doesn't hit my account until just after midnight tonight, I doubt I'd be up for fun this evening even if I hadn't gone out last night.
I've gotten a series of calls from Book Boss over the past week or so, asking me to send my progress on the most recent 237-page section of longhand manuscript she dropped on me a few weeks ago. Since one of the first messages she left told me that, because my last invoice included drive-time to get to the meeting with her, she's denying an hour of charges and declaring herself a credit. Let me assure you, Internet, it's hard enough to begin slogging through that rambling waste of pencil lead before learning that my first hour of work would be unpaid.
Combine that with the fact that she recently cut my hourly rate again, this time to less than that of my full time job, I'm seriously considering extricating myself from the project. If anyone can suggest a classier way of doing so than changing my phone number, feel free to lay it on me.
Keep in mind, I probably need a new phone anyway.
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