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I have been awake since 5 am. I waited half an hour, conjuring soporific images, but finally hauled my ass out of bed when my body wouldn’t cooperate. I made coffee, checked email, did dishes, watched some birds finally use Terence’s bird-feeder, I watched one bird simultaneously eat and poop, separated the laundry, went to the laundromat, ate a bagel, went to Ralph’s, came home. All before 9: 30 this morning.

Makes me exhausted just thinking about it.

So check this out: remember how I had that publisher client who took forever to pay me? Well, they contacted me about a month ago, wanting to know if I’d be interested in working with them on another guidebook. I said, “yeah, there’s time in my schedule so let me know when the manuscript is ready.” Not wanting to get burned, I used the second paragraph of my email to state that my preference would be to receive 100% of payment when the project is finished (net-30), or 50% upfront. I didn’t think this was an unreasonable request, and it’s pretty standard procedure, especially since I never issued them a contract, and they never issued one to me. Well, they shined me on for a bit, then nothing.

Not a peep. No communication whatsoever.

That is, until yesterday, when Terence noticed that they had posted another “Quark Expert Wanted” on Craig’s List Los Angeles. Their email address is concealed but the description of the project is unmistakable. They even lure prospective designers with this promise: “If you like us and we like you, more work will come your way.”

I guess this is their way of letting me know that my services are not needed. Waaaayyyy more professional than just calling/emailing me and informing me that my terms don’t mesh with their business practices.

For a nanosecond I was tempted to post my own ad, but I will take the high road. And complain vociferously in this diary instead.

In all fairness, the publishers told me that I would be paid in installments, over a 30 to 60 day period. I wasn’t really happy about this, but I figured they’re a new client of mine so I’ll make an exception to my rule. Big mistake. To placate me (I’m sure,) they said they would try to get the entire amount to me as close to net-30 (my terms) as possible but they didn’t. When I sat down yesterday to figure out what happened what I realized is that it did indeed take more than 60 days to get paid.

God, I don’t like cowards.

This has been the week of trials. The trial with the publisher just exacerbated the trial with the washer/dryer rental agency. Good goddamn, those guys are thiefs and I lost my temper with the customer service representative. Normally, I am pretty good about keeping calm, but I fucking went haywire and made the rep reverse a charge on my debit card. When I got off the phone, I was practically shaking from irritation. I really need to learn better anger management techniques. Yoga definitely helps, but sometimes I still have the smashy smashy, crack skulls and break bones impulses that are not so pacifist.

: unrelated to anything :

Who the hell does formerly junked-out Marianne Faithfull think she is covering Beck songs? She is just awful! If she still sounded like she did in the 60s when she was shagging Mick Jagger, fine, I’d let her have a go at contemporary songs, but have you heard her sing “Nobody’s Fault But My Own’? It’s atrocious. Even with my subpar mewling, I could do a better job.

Rue-Madame is just a weeeee bit cranky today.

10:59 a.m. - 2002-11-26



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