I have this freelancer who always seems to have some sort of life emergency.
The guy who referred him had warned me this kid has a spontaneous work ethic.
I guess he lives cheap overseas and doesn’t really need the cash. Or maybe it’s not worth his while … until it is.
He reminds me of me since Mom passed. I hauled ass through the week she passed (as best I could). And of course the 30 years before it, I really busted ass.
Then … I became soulfully exhausted.
Thank you Shan for that saying.
When I’m on, I’m on fire. Magic flies from fingertips.
When I’m off, forget it. My mind is going a million directions. But standing up to light a candle is beyond my physical capability.
We had an IT guy at the Veggie Patch, Troy. I always said he moved in reverse.
Unlike him, I have enough superstar moments to provide balance.
I hope, anyway.
I got to thinking about that summer’s over nonsense.
I put in for all my PTO rollover in October. And a few hours of my 2025 PTO.
I’ll still work during it. There is no such thing as a full week off. Just a heads-up that there’s a boundary or two somewhere in there.
Which is why I show grace about that guy’s spontaneous work ethic.
I welcome his submissions when I get them, and we pay his invoices quickly.
In fact, it Saturday night and I just spent an hour auditing an expense report for someone else.
Unlike DTOM, I believe in getting folks their money ASAP. And this was a nice quiet hour where Teams wasn’t lighting up like the Coldplay couple’s divorce lawyers’ phones this week.
(I don’t fault them at all. Things happen. As long as the wife doesn’t hemorrhage nonsense all over social media for six years and create 47 accounts to spy on the other woman, as is precedent, it won’t be a total embarrassment.)
Anyway, I don’t mind the working on weekends. Or blogging, since I know folks miss me when I’m too soulfully exhausted to get up and charge my laptop.