Not a Freelancer
The freelance job fell through. Apparently there was some sort of misunderstanding between the hospital’s marketing department and the college of nursing. The college was inquiring about a freelancer for the June newsletter, not this one, and they don’t have the budget to bring one in for both projects.
So I am back to square zero. I don’t blog much about my life these days because I’m not doing so well, and who wants to read about that?
Do you think there is some sort of great metaphor in the fact that I spend my days making crosses?