Did I say I had steady work coming up?
What I meant was I thought I had a gig but the best boy made a change at the last-minute (as in the Friday before I was to start), and didn’t tell me.
These things happen, and I’m sure he had a good reason – there are so many folks who are really, really hurting right now. It’s possible that whoever replaced me is going to lose his/her house or insurance or become destitute save for this gig.
I’ll never know. It stings a bit, of course, but I just have to let it go and hope that it’ll all work out for the best.
It usually does (most of the time).
The first thing I did was get on the phone and start informing people I was available.
My “I need work” texts must have seemed sufficiently desperate as I’ve managed to scrape up one day this week, which is better than nothing, but still…
Right now would be the appropriate time for the ‘I told you so’ chorus.
Remind me to spend the rest of my life at financial DEFCON 1 no matter how well work is going.
On the bright side, I’m now officially too broke to drink so my liver gets a nice vacation. Hooray!