In some ways, I'm a little sad to leave behind the wistful, carefree days of 3pm cheesies and cocktails with Dr. Phil. But after 4 months of relying solely on self-employment, I decided that I really do prefer being paid on a regular basis a lot more than starving and losing sleep. I shall continue to offer creative services through Rocketstudio on a part-time basis, if my work schedule allows it.
I sure did learn a lot while I was working from home:
- "being bossy" and "being your own boss" are not the same thing.
- my landlord does not accept paintings, demo CDs, or bottles of red wine in lieu of a rent payment, even though that's exactly what some of my clients think is a pretty fair trade for a website for their rock band or art gallery.
- My upstairs neighbour exercises vigorously at exactly 9 am everyday with some kind of squeaky apparatus, like a rowing machine, an Abdomizer, or perhaps a mattress.
- Drinking before noon is not nearly as bad as everyone claims it to be. It's really quite fun.
- TV networks don't want unemployed people to enjoy themselves too much during regular business hours, and ensure our continued misery by repeatedly airing such films as Rush Hour, Short Circuit 2, Beethoven, and Mannequin.
- Three little words: "no mo' Snarbucks"
- Even when unemployed, I'm still not lame enough to participate in a recent meme from The Idea of Progress. I'm overwhelmingly flattered that Mr. Progress deems me lame enough to have earned such an honourable invitation, however, I believe the only lame quality I possess is my Secret Love of Journey, which isn't really all that lame (or secret) - it's just good common sense. It's been scientifically proven that Steve Perry kills 98% of bad times and lonely nights. My personal idea of progress? "No mo' memes!"