What a weird week. Meeting yesterday with advertising firm we use. Was supposed to be "fun" according to my boss, was really just okay. The food was shite (mental note: don't eatat the Garden Cafe in Hastings) and all I really did at the meeting was say "Why isn't the website on that ad?" over and over. Fuck sake, what is the point of me busting my ass to put together a decent website when they don't even bother to help me drive traffic to it? I mean, I could understand if I were doing this for, I dunno, one of my freelance jobs where they don't have the budget for advertising, but I work for a hospital that has millions of dollars in the coffers, you'd think they could spare some change to put the fucking URL on print ads. Argh. No wonder the forums I added aren't getting any use.

Right now I'm watching the 200th episode of ER. It's pretty good but I could really do without all the vomit. I don't handle vomit well. Not even my own child's. You know how they say (who THEY are, I have no idea) when you have your own child you can deal with their body functions and odors with no problems, but with me, vomit is a different story. I don't know if it's the actual goops that hurls itself out of the body, or the involuntary wretching and *ugh* I'm making myself ill just writing about it. I think I'll move on to the next topic.

Which is ummmm... Heheh, I don't know. Oh, dinner withbiodad tomorrow night. Should be fun, I'm looking forward to it. We're going for Chinese and who knows what. Depends on the weather. It rained most of the day today and again I regretted that I had to spend the day cooped up in my windowless office. There is something about the rain that I just love. I love turbulent weather more than sunny days. I really am only happy when it rains. Such beautiful weather. I remember this one time, on a hillside... Well I'll keep that to myself. Thunderstorms. Thunderstorms are just... ohhh.. They thrill me. Anyway, if it's not rainy tomorrow night, we might take my daughter to the new park the city built, or just let her ride her bike around or something.

Right ER's over, I'm freezing (after being out in the rain to plant some flowers, I'm a bit nippy.) so my nice warm bed calls. night.

Hurray I heard from the bellydancer. Can I just say *phew*? I had all sorts of awful thoughts about that job. First I worried that I was pestering her with my emails and that she'd probably had a family emergency or something and the last thing on her mind was me, then I worried that she hated what I did and skipped out on me, then I decided not to analyse it to death and just keep sending emails periodically. Turns out she's just taken possession of her new dance studio and has been busy getting it set up for a May 15th opening and she's only just now getting to her emails.

Which is a relief but now I've just sent the first bill and I am now stuck worrying whether she will faint at the price. I can't get used to charging the fee I came up with. I come from a long track record of working for minimum wage on up to where I am now (which is waaaaay low end of the scale compared to what I'm charging for the same services freelance). So it's a bizarre feeling charging someone $60 bucks an hour. I feel like I don't deserve to be charging that much, and I also feel like she'll see the bill and balk. But, she knew my fee going into it and even said that it was reasonable so we'll see how quickly I get a check. I stipulated that payment is due within 5 days of receipt of the bill so I'll keep my lovely reader posted :)

In other news, looks like I get to hook up with biodad on Friday which will be nice. Still don't know what we're going to do, but we'll figure something out. He mentioned something about seeing if there are any concerts going on and doing that rather than having dinner (we can eat anytime he says). I reminded him that this is not exactly a mecca of culture here and all I could find to do was see a movie or get our blood/glucose levels checked. Exciting eh? Maybe we'll just hang out at a park. The thing is that he's very athletic and outdoorsy, and I'm just not. Ah well, we'll see how it goes.