Princess Smartypants very insightfully commented that the amount of time we spend on a quilt makes it reasonable to spend lots of time thinking about how to create exactly the quilt we want. She’s right.

The time we spend on work makes it reasonable to spend a lot of time figuring that out, too, I suppose.

Yesterday I took care of the bruise treatment people and the file replicating software people and then went to class, where we worked on the idea of support. One student suggested for our example the question of whether or not homosexuality is genetic. I had the students look for information on the internet and then write sentences reporting the facts. We looked at problems like saying, “Research says…” or “It is said that…” and being careful to report data accurately, and not in a misleading way.

Two students refused to participate. Apparently looking up information on the topic of homosexuality is distasteful to them.

“We’re practicing writing and research,” I said. “We’re looking at information.”

We were looking at research reports on biology from Stanford. I hadn’t asked them to review gay porn sites.

Having gotten through the class, I stopped at The Computer Guy’s place. I’d had an inspiration about a site we’re working on and wanted to discuss it with him. Also to apologize for having arranged to work with another designer on a nonprofit’s site — I’d asked him over the weekend, but when he didn’t get back to me instantly I thought he was too busy for it, and then Monday morning he emailed saying yes he’d love to do it. By then, I’d already arranged to meet this other designer.

We talked about our various sites and clients, and an upcoming project, and then he told me that he’d been working every weekend with Natasha, a coder who helped him on my website. For a moment, I thought he was telling me that they were dating, in some really geeky way, but then he said he was going to ask her to come work for him full time.

“I have three workstations,” he said, gesturing to the three desks in the office. “And you two are the ones I’ve kept on all along.” He riffled through his design sketches and said he’d like to design and pass on the coding to her, particularly since Natasha works almost to the standard of perfection he expects (“She only makes a few mistakes” is how he put it). Then with my content, “and if we’re all in the same place, we’d be coining money.”

He said he plans to “hire people in July and launch in September.”

Now, he said that he was planning to hire Natasha full time, not me. At no time did he ask whether I still wanted to work for him on a salaried basis. And yet, it sounded a lot like a plan to have me and Natasha and The Computer Guy band together to churn out “great websites at a reasonable price.” He’s gotten an entrepreneurial grant (I recommended him) and is ready to take the next step with his business. He may be assuming that I’ll assume that the three workstations include me. He asked about my teaching schedule. It’s possible that he’s planning to offer me a job. It didn’t really register until after I left.

#2 daughter says it’s like that to date him, too.

So, while I’m not taking that conversation as a job offer, I’m wondering whether that’s what he meant enough to be considering whether I’d want to do that or not.

Next, I met with the designer for the nonprofit site, Job. He’s a new designer for me to work with, and a new designer, for that matter. He’s a student and has taken a couple of web design classes and built a couple of websites. We discussed the site we’re planning. We considered different options for their blog. I explained to him why he ought to sign his work.

“Is this your main hobby?” he asked me.

I do this for a living, actually. It’s his hobby. I was kind about that. He seems like a nice guy. He drives a bright red Mini Cooper with a bumper sticker saying, “Give me the coffee and no one gets hurt.” He says our town, where he’s lived for nearly a year now, is “Goofy.” He says this in a completely positive way.

Then I picked up my swag from a recent charity auction (an iHome for #2 son, whose graduation we’ve never celebrated in any way, a bottle of Veuve de Vernay Brut Rose, and some decorative objects I’ll show you sometime) and went home to get The Computer Guy’s content finished up and sent off to him.

#1 daughter called me in a bit of a panic over something going on at her work, and I took the opportunity to tell her that they’re exploiting her. “You had a good job that you loved, where they were supportive about you going to school, and you left it to take a job where they work you like a slave and pay you way too little, while the guy you’re supposedly supervising makes half again as much as you do and spends his time schmoozing with people.”

My husband said that’s how it is when you work for someone else. You work very hard and they don’t appreciate you. He said this in a meaningful way, as though I should think about this before accepting The Computer Guy’s hypothetical job offer.

Today I have an a job for the skydiving company, and I need to get the content ready for Job. There’s also choir practice, I have to take #2 son to the high school and the IRS office, and of course I’m teaching. Also, my husband wants me to pick up some flea spray for the yard. I begin to feel that I will never get to the gym.