This Post Is About The Post

The Quinn family paper of record is the NY Post. Trashy, entertaining and somewhat accurate. I consider it a challenge to find the Where's Waldo of mistakes. They once listed the Declaration of Independence as being written in 1778. Close, but no cigar. I just read it for the gist.

Except for the horoscope. Sally Brompton has got a read on me like no other because the Taurus horoscope always resonates with what is going on in my life.

Take this one: "Is money really so important? Could you survive on less? These are the kind of questions you will be asking today, but deep down you know the answers. It's not about money, it's about passion -- and you've got plenty."

This was on the day that I was debating whether to roll with the freelance gig.

The day after I accepted the freelance gig, the Post told me this: "The facts may point you in one direction but your instincts are telling you a very different story. You know from long experience how painful it can be when you ignore your inner voice, so don't ignore it today."

Well, the freelance gig is accomplishing one thing, and one thing only: financial gain. I ignored my instinct and I am being proven right. Because it feels so wrong. I am no longer the good advertising client services soldier. I've seen the light.

But I am buoying myself with the notion that it is short-term. I've always been Machiavellian--the end justifies the means.

But I will fight to live my life as with the funemployment joie de vivre. Until I am free to be funemployed again. Stay tuned because the saga continues!