…to tune out the world around me. One of the greatest gifts I can give myself after one of my extracurricular income sources has suddenly picked up.
Why, yes, of course I’m talking about prostitution. How clever of you to crack the one joke everyone else does when referring to “work on the side.”
No, I’m actually talking about freelancing crap-work web issues that nobody else wants to do so it gets outsourced. Cheaply fixed problems for clients, a couple hours out of my own day, and sometimes you can get $25 wired to you for sending someone literally 40 lines of HTML that fixes a problem simply be remedied with a little creative Googling and testing it to see if the code works.
As I’ve also got larger projects on the plate, it makes sense that someone who is too preoccupied can not spend time picking through lines of code to fix one inconsistency. I am, however, a pedant, so this is a perfect source of extra cash.
I’d offer this work to people I know, but I only know two or so people who can mentally visualize a page by looking at the code, and they’re busy working on projects that require more attention.
Anyway, back to these new earpieces, who are a successful fusion of earplugs and earbuds: I can actually the hear the kick drum in the center of my cranium on a Specials’ album! And you know that ska is all treble, rudie.
Additionally, I feel this may up my productivity since nobody bothers me when it seems like I’m ignoring them, and when in reality I have an object obfuscating the sound waves emanating from their respective pie holes.
What a great investment. I’ll bet I can use these as stage monitors, too.
