Pay Per Post, PPP, IZEA Sucks

If you’re writing for pay per post, I have heard that they have some lazy asses of a worker and would randomly mark your account some drum-up charges.

If you so much as complained because they have accused you of doing something that isn’t even true, why, they’ll just cancel your account.

Honesty and pay per post evidently are not acquainted. Of course, I don’t know this personally, just heard it from the grapevine.

Now I’m off to find out exactly what happens. Writing for pay per post is biblical. Remember how that widow Ruth (a bible character) when she’s starving she goes gleaning? Gleaning is like going into the field and taking left-overs so you can eat. Well, pay per post is like that…except, the field is almost empty. It’s like picking crumbs, and then when they find that you have collected enough crumbs to actually make it into something? Why, they’ll come and steal it from under you.

Way to go pay per post! Congratulations. You’re quite biblical!

Photo Hunt: Free

There’s nothing more free-ing than winning a game of backgammon. I have to admit, I get very angry sometimes when I lose. That’s why it’s infinitely better to play online, I don’t have to hit the winner.

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Confession

It just about broke my heart. I was a little snippy in response to my baby being whiny. On my way to dropping him to his class, I demanded he stopped whining in a very angry voice.

Right before getting out of the car, he took a deep breath, and he said to himself, “I’m going to be happy now.” He wiped his eyes and went to his class.

My heart bleed. I think he’s too young to feel that way. I worry. Worry that he’ll remember this forever, and then his wife is going to walk all over him if she acts like me. Didn’t they say that children often marry their parents?

I have resolved myself to go through several books reading about anger management. I get so frustrated, I just want to take any one’s hide and strip it. I don’t admire that about myself at all.

anger, self control