Bossman called yesterday to say the 15-20 hours per week is just too much, and he wants to scale back to 5-10. Immediately.
I knew this going in, but after the xmas techno splurge, this news was a little tough to the gut.
Combing through the timesheet, he does seem to like the work I’ve done so far. But that work takes time. Just a little less of it henceforth, I suppose.
When hired, I knew some weeks may be 5 hours, and never, ever more than 20. But I was thrilled when there was enough work to fill the school day, and dreams of future checks post-Christmas and pre-college were already dancing in my head.
But alas, it is 5-to-10 I’ve been sentenced to, with the five seeming more like a hobby than job. Good news is, though, if (I mean when) other freelance gigs roll in, I’ll have plenty of time to work on them.
Except for the one itsy-bitsy detail that the other jobs are not rolling in, although emails and contact to clients reassure me they’re still very much interested, and hope to do something … before Thanskgiving … closer to the holidays … after the New Year. But these potential clients are still returning my calls, so perhaps, just perhaps . . .
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