If You Take a Prostitute Home and She Robs You, Ain’t No Sense In Going to the Police
You know those times you go through when it seems no matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to win? Your drive-thru orders get fu*ked up. You forget to pay a few bills. And now have to hump out a late fee. Your showers are cold. You can’t seem to get into her pants no matter how may times you take her to Chili’s.
This is not one of those times.
You see, aside from a few smaller clients I do freelance work for here in Denver, my main client is back in the NY/NJ area and I do 6-month contracts with them. You could say I’m a self-employed independent contractor. Which basically means I’m not smart enough to work for them directly. I’m sure I’ve given them the proper regards. More details on this dirt to come.
Well, my contract expires at the end of the month and as you know, I’ve been working long and stressing hard about what June 1 may bring. Hence the lack of posts. Unlike relationships, we here don’t like measuring our career six months at a time. So how have we been preparing for our impending unemployment?
Sweet bliss.
Oh, and http://www.monster.com/.
So here's some happy, self-pleasure provoking news. My first co-authored publication came to print this month. Being as we didn’t publish under “Stick,” or “Nine-Seven,” you’ll just have to take my word for it. But if you’re feeling investigative and your reasoning is deductive, check out the May issue of Journal of Orthopaedic Trauma. There’s a good article about expandable intramedullary nailing. Ooh, that sounded dirty.
Oh, and then there’s this little tidbit of news. I once heard a friend of mine say, “If anyone knows of a job that pays six figures and requires you to travel the world, please let me know.” Yes. I know of one. But I’m taking it.
Now, as long as the French don’t read this blog, I should have minimal troubles getting my visa. . .
This is not one of those times.
You see, aside from a few smaller clients I do freelance work for here in Denver, my main client is back in the NY/NJ area and I do 6-month contracts with them. You could say I’m a self-employed independent contractor. Which basically means I’m not smart enough to work for them directly. I’m sure I’ve given them the proper regards. More details on this dirt to come.
Well, my contract expires at the end of the month and as you know, I’ve been working long and stressing hard about what June 1 may bring. Hence the lack of posts. Unlike relationships, we here don’t like measuring our career six months at a time. So how have we been preparing for our impending unemployment?
Sweet bliss.
Oh, and http://www.monster.com/.
So here's some happy, self-pleasure provoking news. My first co-authored publication came to print this month. Being as we didn’t publish under “Stick,” or “Nine-Seven,” you’ll just have to take my word for it. But if you’re feeling investigative and your reasoning is deductive, check out the May issue of Journal of Orthopaedic Trauma. There’s a good article about expandable intramedullary nailing. Ooh, that sounded dirty.
Oh, and then there’s this little tidbit of news. I once heard a friend of mine say, “If anyone knows of a job that pays six figures and requires you to travel the world, please let me know.” Yes. I know of one. But I’m taking it.
Now, as long as the French don’t read this blog, I should have minimal troubles getting my visa. . .
