I have this terrible habit, when I'm feeling guilty about not earning the kind of money I would if I had a full-time salaried position, of trying to take on too much. Last night, I was thinking about how crappy it was that for the first time as a married couple, we're actually going to have to pay taxes rather than getting a refund. So this morning, when the Office of Education called to see if I was available today to fill in for a sick secretary, I said yes. Never mind that I'm trying to get this freelance job fact-checking for the College Board; never mind that I've been working hard to stick to a new weekly schedule I wrote up for myself so that I can responsibly manage my time as a freelancer.
I ended up working in the office of an Alternative Education Center, also known as a school for bad kids. Kids who have been expelled from regular district schools or are otherwise repeat troublemakers. I got to see one kid get into a shouting match with two teachers in the three hours I was there. Fun. They might call me at some ungodly hour of the morning to go in again tomorrow. And get this--I'm a temp replacement for a sick temp.