Yesterday I was invited to apply for a new oDesk job — and then someone else was chosen because I couldn’t begin immediately. I also had confirmation that I was chosen for and could begin a new oDesk assignment, which quite fortunately is with a company in my own state, whose boss said that he really liked my work and that it was exactly what he needed and he looked forward to a long-term working relationship.

I received a check from a client who hadn’t paid for a while — along with a note saying she needed to cut expenses and wouldn’t be continuing with me (actually, it said she wanted to discuss other options, but she’s a long time client on a prior plan and I have no cheaper options to offer her). When I called #1 daughter to see whether she could envision any options I could offer this client, she said, “I hear you saying that you now have an opening for a new client under more advantageous terms.” Of course, she’s right.

But at that point I had to call #2 daughter, because she would understand why I was slightly distressed by those two events. Whether we have time to do all the work or not — or, in her case, go on all the dates or not — we always want people to choose us.

It may be an irrational need for approval (though I guess that doesn’t really fit with the rest of our behavior, for either of us) or something equally unappealing, but there it is.

The result is that I end up with too many clients and she ends up with too many suitors. Although “too many clients” doesn’t even seem right as a phrase. I just need some minions.

I also had a call from the college offering me three classes again for next term, including a brand new, particularly cool one. #1 son asked whether it was practical for me to take lots of teaching on, since it doesn’t pay as well, but it’s steady, predictable work that always does result in a paycheck, and they take out taxes, too, so I think that’s good news.

If I can restrain myself from taking on more new clients, I may be able to conduct a normal life. I went to the gym yesterday, and out to lunch with Janalisa, and to choir practice, just like a normal person, and still got in nine hours of work.

As for #2 daughter, when I spoke with her she was on her way to pick up one guy at the train station and hoping another guy wouldn’t decide to drop by. I assured her that he (the other guy) would decide to drop by, and that all the other guys she’s dating would also drop by, converging on her in a manner reminiscent of the movie The Birds.

Of course, I hope I was wrong.