Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

I had a strange dream last night where my old supervisor called me up and asked me (more like begged me) to come back to work for him. I only had to come in 20 hours a week and I could do it around my own schedule, even though my hourly rate had not changed. This new schedule basically gave me the freedom I needed to run my own business. The dream was hyperreal, insofar as when I woke up I had a pretty hard time sorting out if it had actually happened.

In the dream I went through a whole working week, but I never seemed to get any work done. My new-ish job seemed to involve lounging at my desk a lot with my feet up, bellowing orders at the others in my office, and laughing in a menacing, threatening and non-friendly way.

In essence, I think I was in management.

Singing the Beatles' “Blackbird” to myself softly in the Sam Deeds arranged style; going through old parts of my flickr for no reason and remembering things I had forgotten; Sarah Tollerson's solo performance giving me goosebumps; hanging out with Maggs, who comes to my bar just to see me; Happy Hour with Matt and Chris, who throw things a lot; Happy Hour with Ripley, who can pop it with the best of em, and who queued up my song without me asking; hanging out with Zach, who I've missed dearly; making a Happy Birthday video to send to Abie; all of Brett's damn enthusiasm; Stephanie adjusting my shirt to show more of my breasts, despite my insistence that maybe that button should stay buttoned; finding out I can go a damn long time without eating a thing as long as I keep drinking and smoking (breakfast of champions!)

1. I choose my own projects.
2. Chasing down leads is half the fun.
3. I get to talk directly to clients, and build relationships with them.
4. I'm building a name and a reputation for myself, and adding value to my brand.
5. I get to say “I've never been happier” and mean it.
6. I set my own hourly rate, based on my actual value instead of my value as a cog in the corporate machine.
7. When I start to burn out, I just leave my desk for a few hours, and get to come back fresh.
8. I almost never set an alarm. I sleep until I'm rested, and I remember my dreams.
9. Now that I don't have to get up in the morning, I get up early all the time, and tango around my apartment just so excited to be alive.
10. I never, ever wear pants to the office.