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What a week this has been!
I was unexpectedly swamped with freelance work, starting on Monday, when I did a job for a new client (and they were VERY pleased with the work I did, might I add).
More work came in, from existing and new clients. I've been going to my regular job, then coming home and doing the freelance assignments.
However, I was having a problem with my knee, which acts up every now and then. I had to see an orthopedist. This is not as straightforward as it sounds, because in order to see one, you have to have your regular doctor refer you. Which means having your regular doctor examine you, agree that you need an orthopedist, then print out a referral. Then, if you have my luck, you take said referral to the nearest orthopedic clinic, only to be told they don't have any time, despite the fact that your doctor said they'll take an urgent case without an appointment.
Then, if you're me, you go to a hospital, and finally see an orthopedist, who treats you and prescribes medication.
I limped out of there in a truly foul mood, bitter at healthcare workers in general, orthopedists who won't see urgent cases, and the 200-year-old (or so) entitlement whore who insisted on having my seat on the tram because he had a cane and I didn't.
Then, when I went home, the sisters who live in the room next to mine were stomping around the place, talking loudly, and smoking.
This morning, I left my room, only to be hit by the incredible stench of cigarette smoke. I then saw my very nice upstairs neighbor on the landing, lighting incense sticks. She told me she was going to ask the sisters to smoke outside. I told her I've had all I can take from them, and that I was looking for a new place.
So, this afternoon. First, I got an email, which I nearly deleted, and am I glad I didn't! It was an offer to buy the rights to an article I wrote a couple of years ago, and we're talking about an offer of more than $200.
Yes, I accepted it.
As I was coming home, I received a call. It was a real-estate agent who had made an appointment for me to see an apartment. She called at just the right time, too, because I was on the tram near the bus stop where I needed to catch the bus. I got off the tram, had lunch (since there was about an hour until I had to be there), then took the bus to the right stop.
The apartment. The rent includes all utilities, except wi-fi. Partially furnished, in a private house, no children in the house, no through traffic, up on a hill overlooking the city, and blissfully quiet. Plus, the landlady is willing to provide a washing machine and fridge, neither of which is there now.
So, I am now earning more money, with the potential (I hope) for further income from the party that wants the rights to my article, and I now have a place to move into in just a little more than three weeks!
I was unexpectedly swamped with freelance work, starting on Monday, when I did a job for a new client (and they were VERY pleased with the work I did, might I add).
More work came in, from existing and new clients. I've been going to my regular job, then coming home and doing the freelance assignments.
However, I was having a problem with my knee, which acts up every now and then. I had to see an orthopedist. This is not as straightforward as it sounds, because in order to see one, you have to have your regular doctor refer you. Which means having your regular doctor examine you, agree that you need an orthopedist, then print out a referral. Then, if you have my luck, you take said referral to the nearest orthopedic clinic, only to be told they don't have any time, despite the fact that your doctor said they'll take an urgent case without an appointment.
Then, if you're me, you go to a hospital, and finally see an orthopedist, who treats you and prescribes medication.
I limped out of there in a truly foul mood, bitter at healthcare workers in general, orthopedists who won't see urgent cases, and the 200-year-old (or so) entitlement whore who insisted on having my seat on the tram because he had a cane and I didn't.
Then, when I went home, the sisters who live in the room next to mine were stomping around the place, talking loudly, and smoking.
This morning, I left my room, only to be hit by the incredible stench of cigarette smoke. I then saw my very nice upstairs neighbor on the landing, lighting incense sticks. She told me she was going to ask the sisters to smoke outside. I told her I've had all I can take from them, and that I was looking for a new place.
So, this afternoon. First, I got an email, which I nearly deleted, and am I glad I didn't! It was an offer to buy the rights to an article I wrote a couple of years ago, and we're talking about an offer of more than $200.
Yes, I accepted it.
As I was coming home, I received a call. It was a real-estate agent who had made an appointment for me to see an apartment. She called at just the right time, too, because I was on the tram near the bus stop where I needed to catch the bus. I got off the tram, had lunch (since there was about an hour until I had to be there), then took the bus to the right stop.
The apartment. The rent includes all utilities, except wi-fi. Partially furnished, in a private house, no children in the house, no through traffic, up on a hill overlooking the city, and blissfully quiet. Plus, the landlady is willing to provide a washing machine and fridge, neither of which is there now.
So, I am now earning more money, with the potential (I hope) for further income from the party that wants the rights to my article, and I now have a place to move into in just a little more than three weeks!
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