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It happens. Bad luck, that is. I'd expected to write a little more, but Kay's business partner has more or less decided that they're not going to finish work and open commissions in any reasonable time frame (they're months behind, at this point - both in terms of work glow and payment) leaving us totally high and dry, with a lot of monthly bills coming due. Their promise to Kay - over twelve hundred in backwages for work done, with the promise of twenty-five hundred this month up front for commission work, and future payments over the course of this month and thereafter. Promises in print, yes, though they're a friend of ours and the last thing we want to do is go down that path. So, this is not a dependible business venture, but elements of the business end can be recouped. We desperately want to salvage the friendship end, too, but the partner has stated that they're not sure they can work with Kay in any organized, steady way, and that's caused us a certain amount of hardship as we've had to dramatically reassess our work and life goals in light of this fuckin' vexing shift in expectations.
I mean, if it seems like a lot of money, it's actually not unreasonable for this particular venture. Those numbers checked out, so long as the work gets done. The problem is that, even though the work is done on this end, it's not on the other, and we were supposed to move past this stage quite literally months ago. Kay's been scrambling for work that pays out right away; I've put resumes and applications in, but I can't spend as much time hustling. I, myself, am pretty late with this thesis I'm working on and, though I've got the Fall Semester to do it, I really want to be done ASAP so I can manuever myself into some element of the workforce. Free lance writing, part time, full time, whatever you've got, really, with only a few exceptions.
It's put a real fucking damper on my mood, I tell you what. Not great, considering I've already been having something of a rough time.
I think I've rough drafted all the rough drafting I feel like I need to do, though. The main points and my main reading is all laid down and I can start to restructure, write for an academic audiance, and so on. I've got a wedding to go to today, so it's no-go for strenuous academic work now, but I'll re-write a kind of prospectus for myself, drop my chair a line, and keep working. Strenuous work keeps me from falling into a deeper depression.
I mean, if it seems like a lot of money, it's actually not unreasonable for this particular venture. Those numbers checked out, so long as the work gets done. The problem is that, even though the work is done on this end, it's not on the other, and we were supposed to move past this stage quite literally months ago. Kay's been scrambling for work that pays out right away; I've put resumes and applications in, but I can't spend as much time hustling. I, myself, am pretty late with this thesis I'm working on and, though I've got the Fall Semester to do it, I really want to be done ASAP so I can manuever myself into some element of the workforce. Free lance writing, part time, full time, whatever you've got, really, with only a few exceptions.
It's put a real fucking damper on my mood, I tell you what. Not great, considering I've already been having something of a rough time.
I think I've rough drafted all the rough drafting I feel like I need to do, though. The main points and my main reading is all laid down and I can start to restructure, write for an academic audiance, and so on. I've got a wedding to go to today, so it's no-go for strenuous academic work now, but I'll re-write a kind of prospectus for myself, drop my chair a line, and keep working. Strenuous work keeps me from falling into a deeper depression.