So I had this dream….
Posted by Dubbayoo | Filed under Amore & Vita
I had an f’ed up dream last night. Apparently I was some sort of clandestine “guy you go to when you don’t know who to go to” type guy. Some company hired another clandestine dude to perform some operation; he needed to get them a submarine but didn’t know how to do that so he called me in the job. Apparently despite the fact that I was a clandestine “guy you go to when you don’t know who to go to” type guy I didn’t know how much to charge them for my services. It has to be enough to justify becoming a bad guy and live off for a few years til the next job. So we’re going around doing our sneaky stuff and all the while I’m trying to figure whether to bill by the job or by the hour; mileage from my house to their HQ to “the spot”, etc, etc.
Later I ask the company why they called me in on this job and they’re like because if we get caught you’re going to be the scapegoat and go to jail, not us. I’m like crap, now I have to factor the risk of going to jail into my rate. So I’m doing the standard contractor calculations of annual salary divided by 2,080 hours then multiply that by three. Can’t figure out what annual salary to use. Do I bill them upfront for expenses and at the end for my services? Of course we’re doing all our sneaky stuff at night and I’m a single father so I have to figure out how to leave Junior home alone without raising the ire of child protecive services and shit.
How do those guys figure that shit out anyway?
Oh and we showed up at the warehouse one early morning. There’s a ditch out back with a creek running down it with a giant dog sleeping in it. Giant like the dog’s head was the size of a Mini Cooper. He was friendly but still, dogs don’t need to be that big.
I think the dream had to do with the fact that I do tend to get lost in minutiae sometimes when I’m working toward something. Can’t see the forest for the trees.
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