Well, shit. Had a conference call with Madam Nora, Mistress Heather, and Mizz Geena. It was not a good time. My performance? Apparently bad enough that my job is on the line.

I mean, technically, I’m just a contractor getting paid per piece, but I’m still not meeting my contract’s benchmarks. So now, I’m officially on notice—if I don’t hit my quota in March, I’m out on April 1. Yeah. April Fools’ Day. Real fucking poetic.

So what’s the damage? Four features due and published in March. Some new femdom pieces. Poetry. Keeping up with blog posts. All my other assigned tasks. Basically, I have to go full grind mode, no distractions, no excuses.

I don’t make much from this gig, but I love doing it. So I either step up or I’m done. Time to stop fucking around and start actually fucking around… with my assignments.