I find that I’m usually looking forward to the next step in my career. I grow restless with the status quo easily, which might explain my on again, off again affair with being a freelancer: I’ll work a real job for two years, then, get antsy, embark on a great freelancing mission (and maybe cut my hair), do that for one year, grow tired of the hustle, then get a job again.Read More
It was just another day at the salon in Plano, Texas. Phones ringing. Dryers whirring. Pretentious, big-haired ladies asking me why their stylist was late.
“I knoowww, I’m sorry. He’s just about done…would you like more wine?”Read More