I have now been at my contract position for five months.
In that time I have made a buttload of money. (Jen Sincero says that it’s OK to talk about money this way and I’m trying to live my truth.) I really have. I’ve been paid a rate that I never would have dreamed of asking for. This entire gig has been a gift in that way – I walked right into it, sat down, and started doing all the things. I thank the universe (and the friend who got me the job) all the time. I do not take any of this for granted.
But this financial boon comes with such a cost. Of course it does. Nothing is all good or all bad. I know this and so do you. Read more
OK, back on track. Here’s part one, and now I’ll give you part two of the money story.
I have been desperately trying to contribute financially to my family for years. But I have a few limitations that turned out to be more serious than I ever thought.
Here’s the deal:
I have a two-part post I’ve been working on about money and my family’s situation with money (two freelancers!) and my frustration at being largely unemployed and how this all is further complicated by having a child with cerebral palsy and limited time to get anything done. Etcetera.
BUT! Things are changing.
I have a job interview on Wednesday that sort of fell in my lap. It’s through a recruiter, and it’s for a short-term contract as a proofreader, which of all of my skills is probably one of my least favorite (I prefer copy editing – and my favorite is writing, of course). The pay is good, the company is great, and the location doesn’t require driving. But they might require me to take a proofreading test, and while I understand their point, I also feel that my resume should prove my skills in that area and I shouldn’t have to take yet another test. I hate tests.