magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I had to be at work at 8 o'clock this morning. Which meant that I had to be up before 7 to shower and leave the house on time. And The Archive doesn't open until 8, so I couldn't stop for a cup of coffee on my way to the subway.

But, it felt nice to be up with a purpose again. Reading on the train. Seeming like a productive member of society. It was nice to be in the office too. And to be around people. All of that stuff. There was a strangeness too, after almost two months away. I think that will smooth out though.

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I had an awkward conversation with Beatrice about setting an hourly rate for my work. I'm no good at talking about money. Deciding what my time is actually worth. Communicating that to someone in the position of paying me that. I didn't want to ask for too much and price myself out of getting regular work. But I didn't want to sell myself short either.

I think I probably erred in favour of the latter. But if it actually leads to full(ish) time work, it will be more than I ever made on a consistent basis. Even half-time work will pay my bills and keep me relatively well fed. And we agreed to revisit the rate in six months. That six month promise gives me the impression that they really are planning on keeping me around this time.

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Julia.R called this afternoon, wondering if she could possibly bring three friends (including Jess) with her to sushi night tomorrow. She hadn't actually talked to them yet though, and wasn't sure if they would want to do that, or prefer to just go out to dinner somewhere. She told me she'd call again tomorrow when she knew.

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This evening I primed my walls. I suppose that means I have to figure out exactly what I'm going to do with the three colours of paint that I picked out while a little drunk.