Really Fucked

I like being a free-lancer. Working the hours I want, how much I want, having the freedom of choosing who I want to work for. There are some periods of the year that I’m really busy and I don’t know how to handle everything, but I somehow manage to do everything quite well. (and my bank account thanks me!)

Something that pisses me of is not being recognized by my family some people. They don’t understand, they think I’m a bum and all I want is to stay home in front of the TV or the computer. Their idea of a good job/profession is being stuck in an office 8 hours a day. It doesn’t even matter if as a freelancer I sometimes make more money than if I had an office job.

You know what is the saddest thing about this? It’s the fact that this time of the year is the only time that makes me think everybody is right and I’m wrong. December is the hardest month of the year (for freelancers)! All the people you work for decides to take a break, and suddenly you’re fucked! That’s my case right now! I’m really fucked! I currently have a six hundred quid loss in my income and a five hundred quid credit card bill to pay. Not really sure what I’m going to do now. Well, I kind of know! I’m not going to spend anything in my credit cards this month to avoid having the same problem next month (considering the fact that January is also a bad month).

But then if I think like this, I’ll find out that February is even worse because of bloody carnival! And living in fucking Rio at this time of the year it’s the worst thing in the world! Well, I’ll bash carnival in another post. That’s all for now!