Slept in to nearly noon today. Went out with Lindz, Great Leader, Male Consort, and The Contractor last night. Hilarity ensued. I regaled them with tales of my epic walkout.
I am nearly finished with my statement and the letter to the CEO. I did some writing, and now I am working on a sort of outline for my potential business. Mostly what I'll offer, and what my rates will be. That in itself is difficult. I've looked at other private editing services online, gauged their prices. I'm new to the scene and trying to build up a clientele, so my rates will naturally start out somewhat lower.
I do realize the decision I made was not the politically correct one, nor was it arguably wise in this economy. A couple of my friends - even the ones who support my walkout - keep mentioning how bad the economy is. Dude, I know it's bad. That's why I hung in there so long. But enough was enough. At some point, quality of life disappears and everything that made me me just...faded. Out with my friends last night, I felt happier and more alive than I'd been in a long, long time.
Granted...that might have been the mocha Lindz got me. Caffeine late at night is always tricky.
I have also filled out a cheapo insurance plan with AETNA, just to cover myself in emergencies. Look how productive I've been. Seriously!
Yes, it would have been safer financially to stay at that horrible place. But suddenly I have the opportunity to work for myself - really give this a shot on my own - and I would rather focus on that than how fucked I will be. Positive thinking and all that.
I am presently working out my Survival Math - the bare minimum I'll need to get by without help. Will post that once I'm done so you fine folks can poke holes in it.
I do think I played the safe route for a long, long time. It cost me self-respect, relationships, and maybe opportunities.
No freakin' more.
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