I just want to go home. To my un-air-conditioned house.

Go to an air-conditioned movie! A long one. Or possibly a good one.

I call you to tell you that I don't have room for you to work this weekend (because I'm filling slots on a first come, first serve basis), you hang up on me mid-sentence? This is still a workplace, buddy.

I would call back and say "there must have been some error with your phone, because it appears that you hung up on me when I told you that you couldn't work. Let's be clear that this is an opportunity, not a right, and you just lost your chance to take advantage of it in the future."

You know, I really want to work for Vortex. I have a feeling I would ALWAYS know where I stood with her.

Oh they lost their chance. Every year, I keep a spreadsheet for the following year, with notes that include the no-shows, the people who hid in their trucks and don't work, and now, the people who hang up on me when they get bad news. They go on THE LIST for next year. THE LIST was very useful this year, when some of the no-shows from last year tried to apply again this year, or the woman who read romance novels behind one of the residence halls the whole time applied. Or the guy who hung out in the basement of the dorm he was assigned to with all the Housing Support guys. THEY THINK I DON'T KNOW.

Go to an air-conditioned movie! A long one. Or possibly a good one.

Libraries are great for air-conditioning too. Plus they have books!

Yay Trudy!

Yay for checks arriving, Sean!

I really admire people who can do freelance/contract work - I'm just not emotionally cut out for it. Selling out to the man was ultimately very relaxing for me.)

I think I would be okay with freelance work, but I also KNOW that both Pete and I being freelancers would be hugely stressful.

Spreadsheets? Day-um, amyth. When you keep a list you go hardcore.

There's no way to staff 28 residence hall dumpster sites over three days, charge those days to separate account numbers, show all of those people's supervisors how to charge the overtime to the different account numbers, equip those people with grabbers, work gloves, and box cutters, make sure that they have adequate snacks and water and Gatorade over the weekend, coordinate six trucks, and have handmade signs made and placed on the dumpsters at all of those residence halls (and sometimes replaced due to weather), and, oh yeah, implement a shrink wrap recycling pilot without SPREADSHEETS.

The very idea terrifies me.

I've been very happy being freelance, but it is also very stressful. The only thing that made it more stressful is when I expanded to the point where I'm not just employing myself, but also have people that I'm keeping working. It's a bit crazy making sometimes. It can be rewarding, and I at least get to run my company and treat people the way I think they should be treated, but it's a pretty big weight to be responsible for people like that.

I am way too stupid to do amyth's job. Even with spreadsheets. This afternoon I am going back to school for the third time to try and get my son enrolled. Because I keep forgetting some piece of paperwork. Seriously.