My “day job” is legal transcriptionist. Which I don’t think is really a word, but if I call myself a legal transcriber, it sounds to me like I’m a machine. And I’m definitely not a machine.
But I was pretty much working like one all weekend, and into Monday. I work for a court reporting company in Washington, D.C., as an independent contractor. They have specific billing cutoffs twice a month. Monday was the last day for the October 31st paychecks. I had already exceeded my billing goal for the two-week period, but I had one last job on my plate, and I decided to push through and see if I could get it done. I managed to do it but there wasn’t time to do much else.
I didn’t take time out to watch the Redskins game on Sunday, although I did have it on in my office, with the sounded muted. On Monday, during the final push, I kept my stomach from growling by nibbling on 20-calorie cheese sticks.
Because …. I’m also on a diet. Which means I’m pretty much hungry all the time. (I’ve lost 13 pounds! Yay!)
Anyway, I did it. I finished the job and billed for nearly 50% more than my goal for the second half of the month.
I was so happy to wake up Tuesday and have that behind me. But had other things lined up to keep me busy.I’ve recently started writing blog posts for a marketing company, something I’m very happy about, because I love writing. I also had some website work to do for a friend of mine who is a real estate agent, something else I enjoy doing. I went for a 30-minute walk and listened to my favorite podcast, ProBlogger. Inspired, I came home and wrote an opinion post for one of my other blogs, Beach Kitties. I also signed up for Etsy and started the process of opening a store for my husband’s woodworking business.
Later Tuesday evening, I found out that my son, who just started a new job less than two months ago, from which he has taken off three weeks for pre-planned travel, returned from a trip to the U.K. to find out he has been promoted to a supervisory position!
All in all, a lovely day.
So, I had great hopes that today, Wednesday, would be another great day.
Suffice to say … not so much.
It started with a 7:30 a.m. trip to Kroger because we were out of cat food. Fuzzy was near apoplectic. After I got back and prepared breakfast for six cats, I got to work on my friend’s website.
And got precisely nothing accomplished. Twice I rewrote the same content, because twice when I hit Publish, I got an error message and lost what I’d written. I couldn’t get my page builder software to work right. I couldn’t load any photos. In short, I wasted a lot of time and got nothing accomplished.
So, I moved on to my next writing assignment. After working really hard on it for a couple of hours, I was nearing completion when I reread the assignment and realized I might have gone off on the wrong track in terms of what the client was looking for. So, I sent an anxious message to my editor.
As usual, I barely made it to 1:00 o’clock before I was starving. Did I mention I’m pretty much hungry all the time?I’m nearly two weeks behind on a soap I have watched on and off since I was in 4th grade. (I’ll have to write about being an original “latchkey kid,” long before that term was coined.) Since General Hospital is one of the few soaps left on TV these days, it’s become my regular lunchtime diversion. (It used to be All My Children.) As I watched, I had, as usual, my “second screen” (my laptop) and decided to try working on the website again, thinking maybe it was my 5-year-old desktop that was causing the problems. (In truth, the laptop is just as old.) After sprouting a few more gray hairs, I finally decided it was my friend’s hosting service that was giving me fits.
I felt like I was having a bad day, and had done nothing productive. But at least at that particular moment, having just had lunch, I wasn’t hungry. Which doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about food. As an emotional eater, my go-to solution whenever I’m having a bad day is to dive into a bag of calories and fat.
So, I returned to my office looking for a response from my editor. Crickets. Nothing to do but try to resolve my website issues.And suddenly the sun came out! I got the page builder software to work, I made all the changes I’d had scheduled to work on today, sent my friend an email to let her know it was done, and then …. opened an email from my editor in which she said I had not, in fact, wasted my time on the article, that I had done what was expected and it was pending review. Yay!
So, what’s up with the title of this post, you may ask? As I was pondering what a weird week it’s been so far, the song Strange Brew popped into my head, probably appropriate since we are but a few days from Halloween. I stole a line from the song to use as my headline. I hope I don’t get sued.
If I do get sued, they won’t get much, since I haven’t made a dime off this blog. They can have the 5-year-old computer if they want.