Well... Hell.
Oct. 23rd, 2006 07:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
home_and_awayThe good news:
Tomorrow's my first day at the new job. A very independant independant contracture at a lovely little freshly-expanded nail salon, only about eight minutes away from home and Dae's preschool. Huzzah, 60% of the take. Huzzah, warm positive environment where relaxation is more the aim than treatment. That way, if benefit beyond relaxation happens, I get good press. Huzzah, employment! Now I can feel like a useful member of society again instead of a very decorative leech. Woohoo.
The odd news:
I'm still not totally certain that when I say "Establishment license so that it's legal for me to work here" my new cohort actually grasps "piece of paper so I don't wind up losing the right to do the one job I know I can get." I haven't seen the
piece of paper that tells me Alabama knows there's massage happening here; she, for that matter, hasn't seen *my* piece of paper that says Alabama lets me do massage professionally. I've asked the question at least once every time we've spoken to eachother, but alas, no perfectly satisfactory answer. And I have clients tomorrow. We're so playing this by ear...
The bad news:
My new cohort's father is back in the hospital today; from the sounds of her voice and the background noise, it's an unsettling visit--not the usual thing at all. So she's of necessity NOT focused on work things at the moment. And I refuse to throw rocks; I know I would be more scattered and freaked out were I in her place. I dig where she's coming from with "Jess, I'm sorry; I don't have answers for you right now. But I'll see you tomorrow." She can't say fairer than that, and I'm glad she didn't try BSing me.
That doesn't stop me being just a little nervous about this whole set up.
Because the office phone--the one that's been going to machine all day--and her cell are the only numbers I can give people to schedule appointments. That's part of the deal, part of why she gets 40% of the take: she schedules the appointments.
And if she's hard to reach, how're the people who are going to keep my boyo in preschool going to get to me?
Am I a petty, small human being for having that concern, given the extenuating circumstances?
I think it's possible that I've found the reason why I'll never be rich in this profession:
I don't trust it easily.
~exhale~
I'm a nervous girl.
However.
I'm also a stir-crazy girl.
So.
Tomorrow I get to go out there and make it work.
And maybe I can take Jane out to coffee so we can sit and pin down the specifics that will make this partnership tick.
Keep your fingers crossed for me, world.
Tomorrow's my first day at the new job. A very independant independant contracture at a lovely little freshly-expanded nail salon, only about eight minutes away from home and Dae's preschool. Huzzah, 60% of the take. Huzzah, warm positive environment where relaxation is more the aim than treatment. That way, if benefit beyond relaxation happens, I get good press. Huzzah, employment! Now I can feel like a useful member of society again instead of a very decorative leech. Woohoo.
The odd news:
I'm still not totally certain that when I say "Establishment license so that it's legal for me to work here" my new cohort actually grasps "piece of paper so I don't wind up losing the right to do the one job I know I can get." I haven't seen the
piece of paper that tells me Alabama knows there's massage happening here; she, for that matter, hasn't seen *my* piece of paper that says Alabama lets me do massage professionally. I've asked the question at least once every time we've spoken to eachother, but alas, no perfectly satisfactory answer. And I have clients tomorrow. We're so playing this by ear...
The bad news:
My new cohort's father is back in the hospital today; from the sounds of her voice and the background noise, it's an unsettling visit--not the usual thing at all. So she's of necessity NOT focused on work things at the moment. And I refuse to throw rocks; I know I would be more scattered and freaked out were I in her place. I dig where she's coming from with "Jess, I'm sorry; I don't have answers for you right now. But I'll see you tomorrow." She can't say fairer than that, and I'm glad she didn't try BSing me.
That doesn't stop me being just a little nervous about this whole set up.
Because the office phone--the one that's been going to machine all day--and her cell are the only numbers I can give people to schedule appointments. That's part of the deal, part of why she gets 40% of the take: she schedules the appointments.
And if she's hard to reach, how're the people who are going to keep my boyo in preschool going to get to me?
Am I a petty, small human being for having that concern, given the extenuating circumstances?
I think it's possible that I've found the reason why I'll never be rich in this profession:
I don't trust it easily.
~exhale~
I'm a nervous girl.
However.
I'm also a stir-crazy girl.
So.
Tomorrow I get to go out there and make it work.
And maybe I can take Jane out to coffee so we can sit and pin down the specifics that will make this partnership tick.
Keep your fingers crossed for me, world.
