"The writing is on the wall.." or something similar. It was a misleading clue and led into the wrong alley, which in turn led to the wrong stretch of sewer pipes and I got washed into the lake. Fortunately floundering is something I do quite well and drowning was not on the menu for that particular day.
Where have I been? Inside jobs, contracts, some very basic point-and-click, along with some of my own personal loose-ends to tie up. The "undercover" job is finally over, and with a bit of luck I can look forward to more straightforward gigs from now until the end of eternity (although there is still the matter of opening this mysterious puzzle box, which arrived quite unexpectedly one night). The nice thing is that some of my clients, instead of merely coughing up blood when their competitors hit them with some interference, also were coughing up dollars.
A blood-spattered $100 bill still spends the same, although the guy at the rental agency gave me several gazes of disapproval mixed with fear. Saying that it was from a very old accident and that I was all better now, "but thank you for asking", seemed to settle his mind .. for now. With a few more of those to spend, though, I'm considering taking a small loss at the dry cleaners.
My "career" such as it is continues it's slow, Sisyphusian climb upwards. The phone actually, occassionally rings now with a client on the other end and a paying gig that shows cash in the barrel after only a day's worth of effort. I'm paying for new gear with the overflow and looking forward to that plane trip at the end of the month.
Now, if only I can find a date for the Gala.
Where have I been? Inside jobs, contracts, some very basic point-and-click, along with some of my own personal loose-ends to tie up. The "undercover" job is finally over, and with a bit of luck I can look forward to more straightforward gigs from now until the end of eternity (although there is still the matter of opening this mysterious puzzle box, which arrived quite unexpectedly one night). The nice thing is that some of my clients, instead of merely coughing up blood when their competitors hit them with some interference, also were coughing up dollars.
A blood-spattered $100 bill still spends the same, although the guy at the rental agency gave me several gazes of disapproval mixed with fear. Saying that it was from a very old accident and that I was all better now, "but thank you for asking", seemed to settle his mind .. for now. With a few more of those to spend, though, I'm considering taking a small loss at the dry cleaners.
My "career" such as it is continues it's slow, Sisyphusian climb upwards. The phone actually, occassionally rings now with a client on the other end and a paying gig that shows cash in the barrel after only a day's worth of effort. I'm paying for new gear with the overflow and looking forward to that plane trip at the end of the month.
Now, if only I can find a date for the Gala.
mneylu:
Happy New Year!