After work I stayed on the bus so I could take it straight to my hair appt. -- having red highlights put in so it's extra "flamey" for Grissecon. So I get off at the stop and after 15 minutes biding my time at the cafe next door (hate to be early!) I go in and announce myself. Well, turns out they had been trying to call me all day b/c my stylist had a super emergency and just could not make it. Well, DAMN, but the GOOD news is I get 20% off the job, whenever he can do it.
I will say, I think I wielded some nicely manipulative "star power." The woman at the desk wanted to know if next Tuesday would be oK for a reschedule and I said no, I was leaving for England Saturday. Then she asked if I could make it this week and I said I could -- and that I reallllly wanted it done because the work I'm having done is for the trip and specifically, a book signing. So she right away was like "Oh, I'll see what we can do, what's your work number, what's your mobile?" so they can call me tomorrow. I hope I get one for tomorrow.
Tonight I've got to take care o'business!
I got hold of a spreadsheet listing out the salary/payrate of everybody in my office; didn't have to sneak to get it, it's right in our project planning software as the "resource file." Playing around with my calculator, I learned (or confirmed), that as a contractor I am making only 67 percent of what my employer, the contract company is billing the university for. Hmmm, and I wonder why I am switching to self-employment! That money will be ALL MINE and believe me, my overhead is way lower than that contract company's, and that includes paying my own insurance.
My mouth tastes like durian. Again. Why?! I have NOT eaten any. I just have allergies. I think some Southeast Asian person has cursed me.