When It Rains It Pours

As you may or may  not know, I got into it a few weeks ago with the owner of the company I work for. It’s hard working for friends. I guess it’s hard doing anything with friends besides being friends. Anyway, we got into it, he said some things. I had hurt feelings. I said some things. He had hurt feelings. He fired me. I was fine with it. So I decided to take some time to write and do some freelance type work. I’ve been kind of writing. It hasn’t turned out the way I had hoped. First, I text my sister about a catering gig. So she was calling me for that and I would go for an hour or two a lot of days to set up a cater for her restaurant so she wouldn’t have to. The pay was decent and it was, like I said, just an hour or two. Then, I went to have my oil changed because, I’ve traveled a lot in my car since I got it 6 months ago and have never had an oil change. I was talking to the mechanic about Facebook and marketing stuff and he said that maybe he’d like me to do some of that for him. So he called me and we are still working out the details on that, but it’s pretty much a go. And, then, friend and I apologized to each other and he asked me to come back into the office for even a couple hours a day and to do outside sales, on my schedule. So now, I have all these little gigs that I can’t seem to fit into a neat little schedule and I haven’t written shit in a week. I feel like I need to come up with some sort of system or I need to prioritize. I’m not so sure. I’m confused and it’s stressing me out. I really just want to win the lottery so I can go take cake decorating classes and painting classes and photography classes and dance classes, so many dance classes my feet blister, and then write about those things. But until I get my life together, I guess I’m stuck trying to figure out how I went from no gig to holy crap in just a day. I’m not complaining, if it’s going to rain, I’d rather it rain feast than famine. Happy Friday everyone. Have a great weekend.