Flashes of Panic

Well, someone wants me: the TV people confirmed that I will be working Boston for them again next month. Next step: getting a hotel room from them. I vary between wishing I could pull in more income from this sort of work, and not asking for enough when they’re looking for a quote.

(I am adding false drama to the “rejection” aspects of the application process. I am old enough to distinguish between an admission’s committee’s judgment of my application and their judgment of me, though my family apparently doesn’t think so.)

Now Playing: It’s No Reason from Hindsight (Disc 2) by The Church