My humble “corner” office: corner, in so far as it is shoved into the corner of the bedroom. It’s okay, though, because the bed doubles as an excellent conference table when I really need to spread out what I’m working on. It’s like being a teenager, all over again; claustrophobic hormonal insanity included.
I’m not usually one to openly admit incompetence, but I must face the fact that I have no CLUE what I’m doing. Since the farmers’ market began in May, I have been trying to piece together a life AND a living. I have started a business, built web pages, joined social media sites, sold things online, and god-forbid – I have tweeted. All of this I have done from scratch, so to speak. I have a degree in Literature, for pete’s sake. Not online marketing. How the hell did I get here? And why the hell didn’t I take any appropriately useful classes in college? I’m not even thirty years old yet, but the contents of my daily to-do list make me feel like a geezer. I check 4 email accounts, 6 websites, and pacify myself the whole while by playing shitty but amusing music on YouTube in the background. I don’t want to spend my life in front of this god-forsaken computer! My goal is to get everything up and rolling, and then maybe… just maybe I can unplug for a few hours a day.
Posted on October 26, 2010
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