fantastic news!! i’ve managed to negotiate a flexible workweek. Four 9-hour workdays with the fifth being a flexible half-day. Victory!
Of course, I’d like a raise (too???! i wish =P) but i figure free-time is just as valuable as another buck an hour. Plus, I’m living pretty decently- I make rent, I pay my credit card (psh…i guess), eat healthy, and buy nice lil somethin somethins here and there. basically, I have enough. i’m happy. what I don’t have enough of is Free-Time. Free-Time, that elusive beast.
well! whaddya know, now I got a good 4 hour block o’time arriving to me weekly…like a nice little present wrapped up in the mail.. except its different every week cause i get to do whatever the fuck i want!!!!!!!!! laksrjgarkaergkajkfasjkfjkf argh so gooood. the possibilities are endless: a whole lotta stuff, super nothing, lots of sleep, dog park?! dog beach!!, dr.’s apppointments so i don’t have to eat up my PTO, family time cause my dad gets every other friday off and my mom follows suit, hanging out with mike at the driving range, taking flights at at 1 or 2 instead of 6, it’s gonna be basically whatever i make of it. the best possibility of all: STEADY STUDIO TIME.
steady on my grind. sliding the brain power away from my 9-5 and slighty towards my own. i’m a hardworkin daydreamin happy camper =D
