12.6.02
Jingle hell.
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Between holiday shopping and swarming tourists and runny noses and icy streets and awkward parties, I've never much liked this time of year.

Then again, this is the time of year when us freelancers do A-OK. I'm unemployed, but I have jobs. You heard me. Job(s), plural. I ain't no foo.' Neither is Marisa. We'll happily step in while everyone else deals with holiday shopping and swarming tourists and runny noses and icy streets and awkward parties. And, um, it hasn't escaped my attention that I now have a valid excuse to get me out of all of the above. "A Secret Santa Gift Exchange Luncheon, you say? How fun! Shoot, I just remembered. I have job(s)."

Or even, "A girlwithaspirin.com update? Oh, we'd love to! If only we didn't have job(s)."

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