It Is With Great Pleasure That I Come Here To You Tonight...
I'm writing some advertising copy, and I think it's a good sign.
As most of you know, I am all about my money.
Please don’t try to come in between me and my money, or there’ s going to be heated discussion taking place rapidly. Instantly. Right the fuck now.
However, in matters where it’s out of my control, like when there is just nothing in my queue that is part of the spectrum I write in, what is a Belle to do? I will chew my own arm off before I write product descriptions because I am a storyteller, not a format follower, and also, just no.
I’ve been a little ”sssssss….might not be a good look in a week or two, kids, shit might get a little basic no gravy option. Are y’all up for getting some part-time work? I can’t continue being the sole breadwinner in these relationships”. They’re not at all with it. They really seemed to think I was an asshole for the implication.
But yesterday and today jobs came in, like pre-pandemic work and I’m hearing there are more heading my way. So, after my huge sigh of relief that I wasn’t going to have to begin what is sure to be a less than lucrative career in very poorly performed stripping, I thought I would come and try to get my sea legs back.
It’s been a mind-numbing month or so. However, I know when advertising picks up, it means we have some money that isn’t a necessity flowing, and things aren’t half bad. I’m hoping this translates to every other avenue because I know quite a few folk that could really use some work. Like, they would do just about anything you asked just to be making some money.
Not me though, I’m not down for anything that makes me deal with anyone in person. Ever, really. Now that I have experienced never having to listen to any moron in polyester pants critique my customer service skills, I can’t go back to in-person interaction and on-site supervisors. My formerly bad attitude is now the Debo of attitudes.