Turns out that the rate they quoted was for 1099, not W-2. That means no taxes, no health insurance, nothing. I'd make more working as a cashier at Target.
Woke up this morning, let the dog outside. There is snow. Crawling back into bed now.
This is not Old Man Winter. This is Crazy Psycho Bitch Winter.
My shoulder has been bugging me a lot, enough that I spent most of the day in bed soused up with NSAIDS. On top of that, some sicky-icky stuff that…