I wish I knew how to quit you!

"You" in this instance being my old job.

My crazy ex-boss called me a few weeks ago and left a message about the possibility of contracting me to put together the Choir's newsletter. I called her back, asked for details, and then didn't hear from her again... until Tuesday, when she conveniently called while I was on my lunch break at work. She offered to pay me $250, which will surely work out to something like $25/hour, so I couldn't really say no. Problem is, she wants it by next Friday, and she and her staff are totally non-helpful, lazy, hard-to-track-down people.

So I'm sitting here, with the program newly installed on Lui's computer, staring at an old template, not really knowing what to do next. Because I can't insert the new articles without writing them, can't write them without the necessary information, can't get the info if people won't throw me a bone. And of course everyone I need to talk to is out of town, or in a meeting, or at a doctor's appointment. And then it'll be the weekend. And then on Monday, there will only be four days until Friday. I foresee all this going poorly.

It's good money, Elle. You need it. And it's resume-building. You need that too.

Sucks.