That big white screen with nothing on it? That would be my blog post for today. I have story ideas, but I look at them, and go “meh”. Every time I think I have something I want to write about, I then do a search for keywords, and behold! I already wrote it.
Don’t you hate it when that happens? I guess I’m in a blog slump. Not a blog crisis, there is enough crisis in my life right now. The blog isn’t even on my radar as something to stress about.
I’m still having anxiety about just about everything. The phone installer is here to give me a dedicated phone line. This is so I can take calls on a psychic hot line. It’s a regular job I can do at home. Regular paycheck, deposited in my account. Each week.
The company that I have my phones and internet with got everything all kinds of scrood up. Because I requested a separate billing, they treated it as a new account. And demanded payment of installation and first month’s usage up front. They neglected to tell me this when I ordered the second phone line. The installer spent a long time on the phone with the business office, and they still have it wrong. I’m all in knots. Because, with my anxiety at full force, it’s a daunting task to wade through my back payment history and find the confirmation number that proves I paid them for a billing mistake they made when I moved, over a year ago. So, I had to give them a check. Wah. I wanted to actually make some money on that phone line before I had to pay for it.
I keep obsessing that what if I’m having a bad day and my trial reading for the company sucks rocks? I know what they want. They want someone competent who can keep people on the line for at least 45 minutes.
Send me good vibes for Thursday, will you? 12-1pm Central time. That’s when I’ll be doing the trial reading. Oy.
I’m a nervous wreck.
