
1. Day 8 – Halfway Up The Stairs, 2. Day 9 – Steam Room, 3. Day 10 – Ready or Not, 4. Day 11 – This Little Piggy, 5. Day 12 – Got My Eye On It, 6. Day 13 – The First Hit is the Sweetest, 7. Day 14 – The Little Red Number
So Singular in Each Particular
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I’ve had an agent for years.
Don’t you just love how that sounds?
“Sorry… I’ll be with you in a minute, just on a call to my agent.”
“Dee, I’ve got your agent on the line!”
“I’d love to work with you, let me give you my agent’s number…”
And so on… Very glamorous…
Anyway, since the agency was sold and I began to be represented by a different party I’ve become less and less enchanted with the amount of work I’ve been getting (like, none…) Even in light of the fact that a number of my clients would call the agency and ask for me directly I was still having to chase the agency for work and even then there was no guarantee…
So I got jack of it and I called it quits on Monday.
“Dear J, thank you for your representation over the last 7 years, after long consideration I’ve decided to devote more time dedicated to my business and so am hereby resigning from the agency.
Yours etc.”
And I sent a farewell message to my 3 top clients.
“Hi [insert name], it’s Deeleea here, just letting you know I’ve resigned from the agency. Thanks for all the work to date, wish you well for the future! Keep in touch, give my love to the kids.. Yours etc…”
And within the next 24 hours I had received bookings for 6 jobs over the next 2 months .
Which seems to constitute a work epidemic.
Not sure how to square it away with the rest of the developments in my world at the moment but the cash will be good…
I need new jeans.
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That is the question.
Whether it is nobler of the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of having to eat one’s ranty post or or to wade into a potential sea of trouble by making available one’s thoughts on a night out with the object of said ranty post.. Knowing full well the object is fully likely to read, and perchance to have an opinion.
Ay… there’s the rub.
Instead of meditating further… I shall, instead leave you with Day 10’s image from 365 days. No prizes for guess what’s going on therein.
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It is rather a fabulous thing to be writing a weekend wrap up on a Monday, or more specifically that the Monday was part of the weekend. Thanks Queenie for having a birthday, even if it isn’t today [but is April 21st when she turned 81]…
Here’s a question; if when the Queen pops her clogs and Charles becomes King, does the weekend become King’s Birthday Weekend? I also wonder, in the event of Australia becoming a republic, whose birthday we’ll celebrate instead? Can’t think of any particular politician I’d be in favour of celebrating… Maybe a local hero like Ned Kelly… now that would be a party!!
Hmmm… All very perplexing…
In any case, I’m happy to report that it has been rather a productive weekend. As a reasonably task oriented control freak, I am happiest when all my jobs are done and I can see the results of my labours, and I get all sorts of stressy when all those little jobs feel out of control. Happily, having a 3 day weekend serves to restore the balance and so I can cheerfully report that this weekend I achieved the following…
Sigh… too bad the Queen’s Birthday Celebrations don’t go on all week!!!
I think the only downside to the weekend is that so much of it was spent alone. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not going against my introverted nature by any stretch, the weekend was awesome and I have been very happy in my own company. However, as I pulled the corned beef out of the pot and carved it up it seemed disappointing not to be sharing it, (and the soup and pudding the for that matter), and so I flicked through my phone to get inspired as to who to invite and was once again rudely reminded of the fact that most of my mates are married or involved… or busy with study and work etc. or overseas dammit. So I consoled myself with the fact that I’d get much more work done on my own, and maybe even a bit of study too…
I tell you what though, I did nearly almost turn over the thought of inviting VB Man down for dinner…
*You may not be aware that the 2nd weekend in June is ‘Special Aunty’s Weekend’ to celebrate tragic spinster aunts who get all their kid thrills from their nieces and nephews (and who do not begrudge them this at ALL – they are FAB). This means lovely cards and phone calls and emails with photos of said ‘Special Aunties’ and their precious (what’s the collective noun for?) nieces and nephews which I can’t show you because they are just too precious for making famous on the net. Big Kisses you lot!! Love you!
Aunty Dee.