kaamcalmjob

“Calm down, calm down!” he reminded himself, “and just apply for the job.”

It had been over a week since he had joined this particular freelance writing website and there wasn’t a single job that had tickled his fancy. Write a whole darn book for someone else; re-write a whole darn book for someone else that had already been written by a someone else – this kind of stuff wasn’t exactly his cup of tea. He was a person more inclined towards creation rather than reproduction, the pun definitely not intended.

And then, lo and behold, his desperately searching eyes landed on the soothing title “Create Your Own Stories.” The job title _calm_ed his aching eyes, but he knew this was only the calm before the storm. As expected, his brain went into an overdrive almost instantaneously. What would he write? How much should he charge? Could he now, finally, become a millionaire in three months? These were the questions that bolted through his brain at the speed of light – the last one also sending jitters of ecstasy down his spine.

The euphoria threatened to overwhelm his sanity. He lunged towards the keyboard and started typing, but every key he punched produced only a dollar sign on paper. He had to calm himself down in order to write a realistic proposal to get the job.

Slowly, very slowly, he lifted his wobbly hands off the keyboard, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, inched his eyes open, lowered his hands back on the keyboard, and typed out the following:

Charge per story: You’re the boss!

Availability: You’re the boss!

Communications: You’re the boss!

Turnaround time: You’re the boss!

He was calm, perhaps too calm, and had applied for the job. The millions that were coming to him would have to wait a little longer.

sayyed
2011-06-23