Catch you on Your way Down
Jan. 26th, 2007 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tracker7No M&M game last night. S was quite sick when she came to work yesterday, and only got worse as the day went on. She was sent back home, and I stuck around to take care of the night's print manifests. Another delay. Can't make it up this weekend, as I've got a little side work coming my way, which is also torpedoing my planned trip to Louisville.
Wednesday, about half-an-hour after I got to the office, the phone rings. Our department tends to be the net which catches a great many random calls, because ours is the only one with the word "service" in the name. So, the not-especially-clever voice-activated switchboard sends anyone with a "customer service" request to my extension, and I have to listen to sometimes entertaining, sometimes inane stories before I can deflect them off to someone else. But I digress. The caller asked if we could recommend someone who does freelance proofreading and some grammar checking. Well, says me to myself, no sense passing something like this off to some git in the newsroom. I give the gentleman the 60-second rundown of my credentials, we exchange e-mail addresses, and a resume zips off to him. Response is positive, and the job is mine. Maybe a one-time thing, maybe quarterly, maybe bi-monthly. Either way, it's a bonus paycheck for a few hours' work. The job is for one of the big scary kilochurches (not quite a megachurch, but still too big for my liking, you understand), but, hey, I'm sure their check will spend just as well as anybody else's, and with a large membership, maybe this can get some networking underway.
Burned through the $50 Amazon gift certificate from work night before last. Got a notification yesterday afternoon that both packages had been shipped, and one may arrive today.
Need to do a quick little fix on the Mustang this morning. Haven't driven it in a few days, and should rectify that today.
Wednesday, about half-an-hour after I got to the office, the phone rings. Our department tends to be the net which catches a great many random calls, because ours is the only one with the word "service" in the name. So, the not-especially-clever voice-activated switchboard sends anyone with a "customer service" request to my extension, and I have to listen to sometimes entertaining, sometimes inane stories before I can deflect them off to someone else. But I digress. The caller asked if we could recommend someone who does freelance proofreading and some grammar checking. Well, says me to myself, no sense passing something like this off to some git in the newsroom. I give the gentleman the 60-second rundown of my credentials, we exchange e-mail addresses, and a resume zips off to him. Response is positive, and the job is mine. Maybe a one-time thing, maybe quarterly, maybe bi-monthly. Either way, it's a bonus paycheck for a few hours' work. The job is for one of the big scary kilochurches (not quite a megachurch, but still too big for my liking, you understand), but, hey, I'm sure their check will spend just as well as anybody else's, and with a large membership, maybe this can get some networking underway.
Burned through the $50 Amazon gift certificate from work night before last. Got a notification yesterday afternoon that both packages had been shipped, and one may arrive today.
Need to do a quick little fix on the Mustang this morning. Haven't driven it in a few days, and should rectify that today.