Confession #47

I have the strangest encounters with people…people that think that various forms of content (social media content, articles, web page content, video scripts, books, whatever) are left on the doorstep of a business by the word fairy.

Today, I went to pay the Internet bill in person. I usually pay online. While paying, I asked a question about how I would process a name change for my business account in the near future. I was told that I’d have to talk to the rep who started my account…and that was the answer I expected. Then:

Rep: So what does your business do, exactly?

Me: Provide written content for businesses.

Rep: People can actually make money doing that?

Me: Your company has several social media accounts, mails out flyers and sales letters to me weekly, has website content, has articles on their page, and they have commercials. They hire people to do that.

And right before I went in, my cousin sent me a screenshot of more poorly worded educational material from his continuing education course about how we all couldn’t live without “pop cans and CDs.” Really? Because while I do buy Blue Sky Soda in the can, I can’t tell you the last time that I used an actual CD for anything. My life is pretty much cloud-drive based.

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Confession #901

Confession 901

Sent to me by an attorney. Remember, if you send over your confession, you will remain anonymous. This lawyer worked from home (or as the cool kids called it, “virtual office” for quite some time). I can tell you that much of the following is applicable for anyone who is self-employed, regardless of where they work. 

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A Shitty Confession

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Yes, pun intended. This morning, Baby Bull got dressed for school. About 15 minutes before it was time for us to leave, I sent him to the bathroom. He does his thing, flushes, and comes out. Right before we walk out the door, I could hear water running. I walk into the main bathroom, and it’s flooded. Don’t worry – we have tile floors.

Water was overflowing from the tank (not the bowl). ACK. So, I flush the toilet again to stop the overflow and turn off the water to the toilet. I tossed down some towels because I didn’t want him to be late for school. And off we went, me with wet feet because I was wearing canvas shoes and those damn sure aren’t water resistant.

When I got home, I went back in there and somehow the tank was almost full again although I turned off the water. Turns out, I hadn’t tightened it enough to totally stop the water. So, I turned it all the way and flushed again to avoid a mishap. Because the last thing I need when I’m on a conference call later is to deal with this again.

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