Left for work yesterday after writing a grocery list on the dry-erase board in the kitchen. I figured I'd pick up most of it that evening.
Tamara enjoys -- and I use the word loosely indeed -- the kind of highly variable paydays that make the life of a freelance writer so very interesting. Some publications -- too few -- pay on the first and fifteenth, or every Friday, or on the last day of the month, just like clockwork. Others pay on publication (and one includes a half-dozen free issues, in case your friends doubt that you're a real writer). Most seem to pay on whim, randomly, and a few even demand to be invoiced separately. I find that last approach petty and vexing -- the completed manuscript, with name, address and word count* is essentially product and invoice all in one and (IMO) decent publications pay from that.
Put these two things together, add in that Tam is of a beneficent nature and the postman had that day brought happy correspondence with those wonderful words, "Pay to the order of...," and the result is that she did the grocery shopping.
Our corner store has done some rearranging. Bagged coffee, both beans and ground, used to share the same four-sided set of shelves next to the bulk coffee in open-top barrels;† now there are two smaller sets of shelves near opposite ends of the bulk barrels, one across an aisle in a sort of cul-de-sac. Ground coffee lives one on set of shelves, beans in bags on the other, in about the same spot as all the packaged coffee in the previous layout.
On the way home from work, I called to see if she needed anything from the store. She told me the marketing was all done, and added, "The coffee area is all screwed up. I couldn't find the kind you like."
"They changed things around, I know where it is. We've got enough for the morning anyway."
"Oh, I bought coffee! Did I ever. They rang me up and the bill was way over what I expected for bacon, brie and coffee. I looked at the receipt and the coffee was over thirty dollars for a bag. We're going to be drinking the good stuff!"
She'd bought Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee instead of the "Blue Mountain Blend" that sells for about the same as any other decent coffee and has a small amount of the good stuff in it. Actual one-hundred percent Blue Mountain is the good stuff indeed, and costs like it, too.
* Yes, writing is piecework. If you're writing something fixed-length, it may be a flat rate for X many column-inches or Y many words (with plus or minus ten percent leeway), but mostly writers are paid by the word.
† I rarely buy from those barrels. Cute idea, but the lids aren't airtight and coffee beans lose flavor more quickly under those conditions.
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