It’s been so long since I’ve blogged here that I can’t even recall (after eight years of doing this) whether I use title case or AP style in my headlines. I’m pretty sure it’s the former . . . but who knows?
It looks like I’m in the process of getting completely boned by a well-known right-wing activist organization, which contracted me to work on a project through mid-March, and is now reneging on the agreement. Did I get it in writing? No; I did not.
The project included a certain amount of travel, including travel to certain cities that have Real Winter Weather. So I bought shoes that don’t lace for airplanes, and boots.
I got my hair cut and colored, for the first time in a year.
I began researching how people live on the road for weeks at a time, and prepared to spend a lot of time washing blouses and underwear in hotel sinks.
Now, the project is off, and it looks like I won’t even be going to CPAC (which I was going to self-fund, on the expectation of working with these people through mid-March, at least).
My boss is still insisting that we might go to CPAC after all, but I don’t see how that happens if they aren’t even willing to pay me for the past few weeks’ work. I’m certainly no longer willing to pay out of pocket.
I’m in a strange state: angry, resigned, and yet willing to do whatever I need to do to find more work via the possibilities that still lie before me. I do think that the country is ready to exhale, and that we’re moving out of the recession, very slowly (it will, of course, speed up drastically after Obama is replaced in the White House, by whichever imperfect candidate it happens to be).
We’ve got to keep going, and I’ve got to keep going.