- The work. I love to write and people pay me to do it. Life just doesn't get much better than that. I also love to edit. I have a deep and meaningful relationship with dictionaries and stylebooks. It's good. It's real good.
- My clients. THE BEST. I work with amazing, talented, good-hearted, generous people. Have I ever had a bad client? Yes. But not for long. Because I am the boss of me and I don't expect me to work with/for schmucks.
- The hours. I make my own schedule, so I can stop writing to bake cookies during the day. Or exercise. Or do the laundry. I can also easily work on Sundays or evenings if I want. Whatever. My choice.
- Business casual has its own meaning here. Jammies, for example.
- The money. On a good month, it ain't bad.
- The money. On a bad month, it ain't good. Feast or famine is an occupational hazard. (Knocking on my head here. I've been very fortunate.)
- Health insurance. I don't like making the decisions or the monthly payments. Out-freakin-rageous.
- The other job responsibilities. I don't like billing and purchasing. But I am the CFO and COO. To which I can only say, POO POO.
- No close colleagues. I keep this guy in my office for company. Sigh.
|Sure, they all say the actual size is 12 inches.|
Hmmm. It would appear that I'm one short on the worst list. Given my tacky Despicable Me joke above, I should probably say:
5. No editor. :-)