Been working a lot this week. Maybe I’m playing catch up for ditching last week and going to Vancouver for a few days with my aunt on vacation. Its Thursday night, I’m still up writing emails at 10:30, and I went to work at 6:30am. What am I doing? Do I have a life? Yes. But it takes place in the office. Sometimes its nice to kinda zone out and just work all day. Close the blinds, not pay attention to the clock or when you get hungry-its actually very productive. All it took me was a chai tea latte (with soy) at 6am and a breakfast burrito (which was actually a veggie burrito) at around 11:30 and I was good to go until dinner.
Thats one of the drags of being an independent contractor-or self employed. Im not hourly and I’m not at liberty to complain to anyone or go to HR and ask for more sick days.
Doesn’t matter, I still have a good life.