Usually I just blame it on the fact that my rising sign is Cancer, but I’ve never felt secure about the prospect of making a living solely by freelancing, despite the fact that the freelancing man I live with works about a third the hours I do and never seems to have trouble picking up his half of the rent. Not that I’m complaining. And this video—okay, cartoon—making the rounds just reinforces those insecurities:
Dear Mercury freelancers: I know you are still drunk from last night’s staff holiday party so you’ll be honest: we’re not as bad as all that, right? Right?
Not at all. But freelancing can be a dire experience. Polite yet forceful emails get rebuffed in rude and reactionary manner. Also there’s this fresh Times piece on the horrors of freelancing, whether it’s writing or construction.
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/…
Fuck you, Schraer.
Nah. You guys are the best. THE BEST.
“Despite the fact that the freelancing man I live with works about a third the hours I do and never seems to have trouble picking up his half of the rent.”
Drug Dealer. Or male prostitute.
No Allison! I didn’t mean you I meant…oh wait, I get it.
Yeah, you guys are totally like that robot with clamp lights for ears.
On the money! Oh wait there is no money, the Mercury pays its’ interns with booze.