Monday, March 05, 2007

The Partial Employment Chronicles, Chapter 18

It's been a pretty good day so far. I made some phone calls bright and early and am waiting for calls back. Behold the glamorous life of the freelance journalist!

A recruiter called me about a job that turned out not to be a fit for me, but it might appeal to a friend of mine. I left her a message about it. I doubt it's a match for her, either, but she might connect with the recruiter for something else.

Then the staffing agency called with a potential assignment for me for later in the month. Huzzah! I warned them that I might be out of town for a couple of the days they're asking for (helping Sister-san move), but it turns out I won't be. I called back with that information, so hopefully I'll get a couple weeks' worth of work out of this.

Then I spent some time fooling around with the online office suite that came with my newly registered domain name. It's a slightly crippled but fully web-hosted version of Outlook, which I think I'll use mainly for (A) its snazzy e-mail address and (B) the Task function. I have a to-do list function in Entourage, which came loaded on my iBook, but I don't use it, so I might as well use Outlook's familiar Tasks.

I haven't figured out how to set up the actual website yet, as the instructions my hosting company provided are all for PC/FrontPage users, whereas I am a Mac user running Dreamweaver — and Dreamweaver's Help menu doesn't say jack about starting a site from scratch. But Eileen is going to set me straight tomorrow, so I should have a shiny new home page to show off in the next few days.

Around noon, I went to see my tax guy, who delivered the good news about this year's refund. The news was so good, in fact, that I ran right out and bought a widescreen plasma TV. But it wouldn't fit in the Subarushi for the drive home, so I returned it and got a Mint Oreo Blizzard instead. Yep, Dairy Queen is open again. It's a sure sign of spring.

Now I'm back home, watching last week's Lost — a low-impact Hurley episode, and I do like the guy, but the "dramatic" moment at the end could hardly have been more forced — and still waiting for calls.

I also spent half an hour loading my calendar with the logistics of Sister-san's family's move, which happens at the end of the month. No one but a master organizer like her could have put this project together. My sister could keep the Space Shuttle flying on time.

Later: classes.

For a Monday, this ain't too bad.



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