Pajama Diaries hits me on a couple of levels today. One is, yeah, when you work at home, your time becomes flexible, but it doesn't become infinite.
Fortunately, I'm not at an age where parenting comes into the mix, and so the impositions on my time are pretty minimal. I don't envy anyone juggling kids and the demands of self-employment.
However, it also sparks a memory of when the boys were in high school and I was working in an office. I missed quite a few of their away soccer games, but I tried to make the home matches by coming in an hour early so I could cut out in time to at least make most of the game, even if I missed the kickoff.
Which worked fine in terms of actual productivity, but not so well in terms of petty office politics. My direct supervisor did not come in an hour early and did not have kids and was pretty openly hostile to the idea of anyone "leaving early" no matter how many hours they'd put in or what they had accomplished.
It was only one more reason to dislike the job, but it was a good one. I wasn't the only person there expected to sacrifice family life for the sake of cookie-cutter compliance, but, like Yossarian, I didn't think that made a helluva lot of difference.
Funny thing was how everything changed once she had a kid. No, not funny ha-ha. Or in a way that stopped me from switching to a position where I no longer reported to her.
I guess it was "funny" more in the sense of "not funny."
BTW, Terri is one of the featured cartoonists at the Kenosha Festival of Cartooning in September. More news about that later.
Many a truth is spoken in jest
Today's Speed Bump is another one that resonated for personal reasons, but more universally accessible personal reasons, at least in the sense that you don't have to have kids for this one.
My car is at a point where I'm giving more money to the mechanic than I would be making in payments for a new one. But as someone who, um, had to pull the rip chord four years ago when I spent most of a year unemployed and is now a freelancer, I'm not at a point where I qualify on paper for big loans on depreciable items.
Fortunately, I do my banking at a community bank where I can sit down and actually explain my situation to a flesh-and-blood human being.
So, I've been pre-approved for some of that locally grown money she's talking about. Plus, a few days later, I got a handwritten note from the guy I talked to, thanking me for my business.
I actually have accounts at two community banks. The other is back in Maine, but I kept the account after moving here in 2008 because they offer free service at any ATM anywhere in the country, with no minimum balance required.
The only reason to deal with a corporate octopus is to be able to access your money when you travel. Well, I've got that covered, and, again, when I have a question or a problem, I can talk to a human being and get things taken care of on the spot.
Abandon the Creeping Meatball.
Truth-spoken-in-jest, part deux
My response was that, if you tossed in some rice crackers and a dried fish, I'm pretty sure you could sell them in Japan. I was only semi-kidding, though you might only know that if you've had access to the wonders of Japanese snack food.
I don't think the packets of crackers with little dead fish mixed in is sold here, but I've had both a friend and a son come back from Japan with packages intended to delight and astonish.
The slim little guppy-sized fish add a nice flavor to the mix, but one brand also includes a round two-incher in each packet, and that's a little overwhelming.
I'd probably try these, too. Then again, if I were in Australia where they're fresh, I'd probably try a witchetty grub.
You may draw the line somewhere else, though, if that's true and you clicked on that last link, you probably aren't here anymore anyway.
But here's a bit of country lore: You cannot gross out a chicken. The no-joke joke is that, after the pigs have eaten, you let in the chickens to take care of whatever was too disgusting for the pigs.
Pros & Cons is so consistently funny that I don't feature it here often. But even consistency varies and today's stood out.
There's something soothing about beginning your morning with an example of such gobsmacking stupidity that nothing you encounter for the rest of the day is going to astonish you.
(Man, I wish that were true.)