Freelancing (again) and Fire

Well it finally happened. I was mundanely checking my e-mail account, not expecting to find anything other than spam, when I came across it. My eyes widened, I nervously clicked on the message. Then it happened..........I got my first freelancing job!!!

It's nothing major, mind you, but like I said in a previous post, once you get your foot in the door getting freelancing opportunities becomes much easier. Not that I'm going to stop steadfastly applying for all of the freelancing jobs that might hire me on. Slow and steady wins the race. It may take time with things like freelancing, but if you keep at it eventually you will get somewhere. You just can't get discouraged.

Now, onto a completely different subject.

Since the recent heatwave my area has been in, I've made it a point to keep any unnecessary ventures out of my home to a minimum. At least until late evening, because if you don't, you die. You would just spontaneously combust after 3.5 minutes outside. Poof. So, because I am thoroughly enjoying life at the moment, I decided to wait until late evening to go out for a walk. I walked out the door, quietly singing to myself, and almost choked. At first glance it looked like I was standing in the middle of a cloud. A very bad-smelling and dark cloud. Although it didn't take my aching lungs long to realize that I was standing in dense smoke. Now, this was not you little "a bonfire got out of hand" or "someone burnt all of the burgers on the grill" smoke. No, this was "run for cover, oh my eyes" and "should I be calling the fire department, the police, Smokey Bear, anyone?!" smoke. Needless to say my anticipated walk didn't happen. Once I got over my shock at seeing my neighborhood looking like the inside of a chimney, I retreated back indoors like the wimp I am.

Apparently there had been some forest fire nearby (once again, call Smokey) probably caused by this killer heat wave we're having. It had better be caused by that. I swear if it was some brat playing with fire, I will hunt them down and.......do nothing anyone can prove. Luckily we're expecting heavy rain tonight, so by tomorrow the smoke, fires, and heat wave should be gone. YaaY!

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Freelancing and Dog Groomers

Freelancing sounds simple doesn't it? You go online, look up writer wanted ads on various websites, apply and start writing, right? Wrong. Maybe it is that way for experienced freelancers, but for mere beginners such as myself, it is a slow and painful uphill battle. I keep going from freelancer website to freelancer website, looking through all of the advertisements, and applying to any that might be willing to except an unexperienced freelance writer, no matter how hard or redundant the job is. That is the only to get your foot in the door from what I can tell. I just need one person to give me a shot and then I'm in. From that point on I can claim experience and my likelihood for being hired shoots way up. However, for now, I will just keep plugging along and eventually things will work out, and that is the advise I will give any beginning freelancer.

On a less frustrating and more amusing subject, I, the unsuspecting college student come home for summer break and find that my family has decided to buy a dog. I do not like dogs. I do not like dogs at all. I am firmly a feline person, and I want a pet dog about as much as I want a pet slug, but I had no say in the matter. So home I come, and am promptly greeted by this little black ball of matted hair that thinks licking me to death is the proper manner of greeting. Needless to say, I was not impressed. Very quickly I realized that the dog has two distinct hobbies: barking all night and chewing up everything he can find.

After two days I suggested selling the mutt (or dropping him off on the nearest corner) and adopting a cat. My suggestion was quickly shot down. Well, despite my obvious dislike for the yapping creature, it fell to me to take the family pet for his first grooming. So I walked him to the PetSmart right up the road, handed them the dog and asked them to get rid of all of the matts the canine had collected. It seems my family is incapable of brushing his fur. What I left at the groomers was a small black furball, that looked similar to a black teddy bear. What I got back from the groomers was a large black rat. They had shaved his hair down to the skin, and he was quite possibly the ugliest thing I had ever seen. I tried to leave it there, explaining to my mother that he was likely to scare our neighbors. She forced me to bring him home nonetheless. Now we have a destructive and barking rat running through our house. Lucky me.

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