The awful chapter five is done, calloo, callay! And it’s not so bad now. :) I’m hanging on the phone for uninsurance, which is taking much longer than I ‘spected, and I am dying of the hunger. In a minute here I’m going to go cut myself a piece of fresh bread and have a warm PB&J sammich for lunch, I think. Then walking, then writing or editing, and then PAAAAAAAARTY!
Well, ok, probably not that last, if you want to know so much. :)
…okay, off the phone with unemployment. So basically how this works for a writer is: you have to report the hours you spend working as a writer whether the paycheck arrives in a timely fashion or not. So you say, yes, I spent 20 hours writing this week, no, I didn’t get paid for it, and you keep doing that until they send you a check and then you call unemployment and explain that you’ve finally gotten paid and then they have to figure it all out. I guess.
Weird.
Anyway, I’m going to have lunch now, because MEOW!
From the unemployment line in ancient Greece, according to Mel Brooks:
Clerk: Occupation?
Comicus: Standup Philosopher!
Clerk: What?
Comicus: Standup Philosopher! I coalesce the vapor of human experience into a viable and logical comprehension.
Clerk: Oh – a Bullshit Artist!
Comicus: (sighs)
Clerk: Did you bullshit last week?
Comicus: No
Clerk: Did you try to bullshit last week?
Comicus: Yes
Clerk hands over unemployment