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My random job

So, in case you haven’t noticed, my job requires be to do research on a lot of different things. If I’m working for a nonprofit client, I usually have to learn a lot about the issues they cover, as well as industry and political problems they might encounter.

My for-profit clients are different, and sometimes a lot more fun. I usually have to find as much as I can about a specific product or niche – good and bad. And a lot of times I have no idea why or what they’re going to do with the info I collect or the various write-ups. So, I can spend a week learning everything I can about plus size lingerie or IRC clients. It’s fun to always have something new to learn about, and makes me full of useless trivia.

Farm stand fun

Oh, got a situation here. J and I are heading back to DC in the morning, so we decided to hit up a farm stand today to stock up on yummies. Now I’m concerned there might not be enough room for our luggage in the car. I can’t put anything in the trunk because I forgot to empty it before I left on Sunday.

So we’re going to have to either stay another 6 weeks to eat all the produce we bought, strap our bags to the roof, or… I dunno. hope and pray.

In the middle of this realization I got a call from my mother with questions about some term life insurance thing she heard about. Like I’m the expert on everything because I do research for a living. Like a good daughter, of course, I’m looking into it for her. Any experts out there?

Brain freeze

Not the kind caused by margarita slurping (assuming you engage in that kind of shameless behavior). I mean where your brain just stops working. It could be in the middle of a sentence, or as you’re sitting at a traffic light.

For me, it happened this morning in the grocery store. I was thinking about the stuff I needed to rewrite about a new thermogenic fat burner, what results I wanted to include and which medical sources to check. Then, suddenly, when it was my time to check out, I checked out.

I’d lost my discount card a couple of weeks ago and keep forgetting to grab the boyfriend’s when I shop. The guy asked for my phone number to use instead, and I had no idea what it was. I just stared at him for a good 20 seconds.

He clearly thought I was stupid or high, and just used a different card for my discounts.

For the record, I do know what my phone number is, but now I have to find a new grocery store to shop at.

In the zone

So, I was really worried about being able to do all the writing I needed to today. I’ve not been in a hard work kind of move lately. But so far it’s going well. Aside from getting twice as much info about apidexin as I thought I’d need, I’ve finished three projects before lunch.

That’s amazing for me because I tend to be least productive in the morning. If I can keep up this pace for the rest of the day I might not have to do anything but revisions this weekend. Hooray!

So you think you can watch?

It occurs to me that there is something a little weird about reading fat burner reviews while eating ice cream (instead of dinner) and watching So You Think You Can Dance.

But hey, I gotta be me. This is the first time I’ve had to myself all day, so while I’m catching up on some work I wanted to have a little fun too.

Tomorrow I have a ton of writing to do, and there’s some kind of weird smell in the kitchen that we need to figure out.

Back to reality

Sigh. Home again and back to my actual life. Plans for the rest of today include napping, a trip to the drugstore (need some pronexin, toothpaste, and bandaids so I can at least look pretty when I’m sulking about not being on vacation anymore.

Tomorrow back to work for real, and I have seven or eight conference calls scheduled already. Lame. But, the more calls I have, the more work I get. The more work I get, the more money I make. The more money I make the more vacations I can go on. Ah, capitalism.