Not Broken, Just Bent.

Now, for the next week?
Boss-less.
Awesome.

I see early nights and beer lunches for a few days, at least.

The new guy they are bringing in to be my new boss has a resume that reads like a who's who of the Boston Advertising world.
Intimidating? Just a little.

If I had wanted to go agency, with all the stress, heartburn, ulcers, sleepless nights and Fatter Paychecks, I would have attempted to go agency.
But I went In-House to maintain a certain little corner of my soul.

We shall see where this goes.
Mr Dog still needs Kibble.


I'm hoping that this Enormous Freelancing gig I just picked up for the next year maybe pays off with a wider network of people who might be hiring one such as myself.
- K.

I'm Done!
I'm retiring from freelance, and there's NOTHING anyone can do to stop me at this point.
I want my life back.
I don't care how much money you offer me, it's not worth the time, headaches and anguish.
I'm not a starving college student any more, I don't need the work. The portfolio pad is nice, but trust me, working for The Four Letter Company, not necessary at this point.

I'm winding up the Techno-phobe Chocolate Woman Website, and the crazy Pro-Bono After School Programming Brochure, and
That's.
It.

I want to come home and not feel guilty about "wasting" my time having to take the dog for a walk. I don't want to have to stare at a clock, knowing that I'm blowing through my bed time in order to get some person's "URGENT" request fufilled. (You ain't bleedin', and no one's dieing. It ain't urgent.) (speaking of which, it's past my bed time now...)

I'm tired to trying to explain web rules to people who will Never Get It. I'm tired of fighting and kicking and yelling and going to bed, and waking up and doing it all over again the next day.

I want my life back.

I want my life to slow down.

I want to enjoy the rest of the summer/fall, and just.
slow.
down.

- k.