I got a J.O.B.

well… sorta a J.O.B….. Pseudojob? The closest thing to one I’ve had in damn near eight years. I see it more as a retainer with medical benefits and they take care of that annoying “tax stuff” for me.

I’m now the graphic designer / marketing director for the restoration contractor client I’ve been servicing for the last year.

The offer came about as a result of me flirting with full-time opps around town… and the VP who I’ve become rather friendly with after a year of working together found out I still didn’t have health insurance.

She basically read me the riot act and said: “why don’t you just work for me!”… well.. I had to chew on it for a while, (thus the internal turmoil I intimated at last week)…. Once I convinced myself that I was not selling out – I went back to the table and accepted.

So.. I’m workin for the man now! (urr.. well.. more like “Workin for the Woman”).. It’s more like a part-time gig based on a certain number of committed hours per week… so I can still service my other accounts.
Thus the comment above “it’s more like a retainer with bennies”.

So… Honestly….

Am I happy about the comforting feeling of knowing there’s a check waiting for me every other week?

Am I happy about not having to worry about getting sick or hurting myself and not having insurance?

sure…

Am I giddy because they gave me my own hard-hat to wear on sites?

you betcha!… woooF! (*school girl squeels*)

*am I blogging?

nope.