#2 son has been giving me advice. I like getting advice. #2 son just has sudden bursts of it. He sort of lectures me, actually, which #1 daughter says is a family trait.

“You’re in a perfect position to do a test,” #2 son informed me. “Just track the agencies and the private clients and do a profitability analysis.”

He’s an Econ major.

He also says that I should be more businesslike, and that I should have a regular payday for all my workers, including myself. I expect he’s right.

I continue to have to make collection efforts, though, and then there’s the arts center, which owes me $6000 but has just sent a mass email to all the writers saying that the payment process is a lengthy one. Since this is who I’ve been working for most for the past six weeks, this is kind of an issue for me.

I quit handbells, using the simple method of just not going. The director didn’t say anything, so I guess he’s grasped it.

In other work news, I’m having another designer issue today. I’m supposed to work with a designer for one of my IT clients who is dabbling in web design. I’ve tried to work with this designer before, and I find it difficult. Basically, I say “Can we get this highly important item up at the top where people will look at it?” and the designer says, “No. I have a lot of reasons I won’t do that, though I’m not going to tell them to you.” This is my client’s problem, really, not mine, but it’s frustrating for me. It keeps me from doing my best work.

Sigh.