Internet, I'm sad. And when I'm sad, I like to tell you about it.
Freelancing is turning out to be not a lot like stock photos would have you believe. It's not all happy skinny white ladies in well-organised home offices.
Right now it's more like this.
I've had a few freelance jobs that have gone pretty well. I proofread a document about vehicle import laws (so if you ever need to import a yacht to Australia, I can totally help you out there). I did some research for an infographic, and now I know dubiously accurate stats about relationships. Those were nice things.
But so far, the nice things are in the minority. I'm not even talking about the dozens of unanswered bids, the people who said they'd get back to me and never did, or that one person who "asked for a sample", said she'd use it, and then disappeared with my 700 word article about golf apparel. I'm not even complaining about the people paying $1 (including website fee) per 500 words. What's upsetting me most right now is working on a job that's gone horribly, horribly wrong.
I won't give too many details, because that would be unprofessional. And even if I were totally unprofessional, right now I just can't afford it because no one will hire me again and I'll have to eat my board games. And then I'll have no board games either, and that will be even worse.
The short version of the saga making me sad and stressed today:
That was the very short version, but I wrote it bigger to make up for it. The slightly longer version is that it's turned out that this client and I have been on completely different pages about what I signed up to do and for how much, so essentially I've done 10-odd hours of very labour-intensive editing under the expectation that I would be, if not well-paid, then at least adequately paid, and instead I'm really not sure I'm going to get paid at all.
But it's not even the money that bothers me. Right now, if she decides not to pay me at all, cancels the job, and we never virtually-see each other again, I would be fine with that. Well, I wouldn't be fine, but I could at least stop flinching every time I get a notification email. What bothers me most is that she's pretty much flat out accused me of incompetence and trying to take her for a ride, neither of which is the case.
So here's the thing. I'm actually quite good at what I do. I know I'm blowing my own horn here, but I hope that even this here shouty feelingsy blog gives the vague impression that I know how to put words in a line with the right punctuation bits in between. I am also quite good at noticing when other people are not doing this right, and then fixing it for them.
So assuming that I'm bad at what I do because of a miscommunication (or several), makes me very sad and I would like to stop being shouted at now please. On the up side, we've agreed that it's best for both of us if we just end the contract. On the down side, in my all-battled-out state, I said that she should just pay me whatever she thinks is appropriate.
I guess this one's getting chalked up as a learning experience.
Lesson 1: Never make important decisions on Skype without later sending the minutes through to the person you're working with. Because one or both of you will get things horrendously wrong, and you'll be virtually shouted at when you're pretty sure you're doing exactly what you agreed upon.
Lesson 2: Ask why someone's previous editor quit.
Freelancing is turning out to be not a lot like stock photos would have you believe. It's not all happy skinny white ladies in well-organised home offices.
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| "Look at me! My room is so colour coded and I'm so fulfilled!" (Source) |
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| "I'm not even pretending to work!" (Source) |
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| "This isn't even a job!" (Source) |
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But so far, the nice things are in the minority. I'm not even talking about the dozens of unanswered bids, the people who said they'd get back to me and never did, or that one person who "asked for a sample", said she'd use it, and then disappeared with my 700 word article about golf apparel. I'm not even complaining about the people paying $1 (including website fee) per 500 words. What's upsetting me most right now is working on a job that's gone horribly, horribly wrong.
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| THIS WRONG. No wait, maybe not quite this wrong. Actually, I feel slightly better now. (Source) |
The short version of the saga making me sad and stressed today:
MISCOMMUNICATION
That was the very short version, but I wrote it bigger to make up for it. The slightly longer version is that it's turned out that this client and I have been on completely different pages about what I signed up to do and for how much, so essentially I've done 10-odd hours of very labour-intensive editing under the expectation that I would be, if not well-paid, then at least adequately paid, and instead I'm really not sure I'm going to get paid at all.
But it's not even the money that bothers me. Right now, if she decides not to pay me at all, cancels the job, and we never virtually-see each other again, I would be fine with that. Well, I wouldn't be fine, but I could at least stop flinching every time I get a notification email. What bothers me most is that she's pretty much flat out accused me of incompetence and trying to take her for a ride, neither of which is the case.
So here's the thing. I'm actually quite good at what I do. I know I'm blowing my own horn here, but I hope that even this here shouty feelingsy blog gives the vague impression that I know how to put words in a line with the right punctuation bits in between. I am also quite good at noticing when other people are not doing this right, and then fixing it for them.
So assuming that I'm bad at what I do because of a miscommunication (or several), makes me very sad and I would like to stop being shouted at now please. On the up side, we've agreed that it's best for both of us if we just end the contract. On the down side, in my all-battled-out state, I said that she should just pay me whatever she thinks is appropriate.
I guess this one's getting chalked up as a learning experience.
Lesson 1: Never make important decisions on Skype without later sending the minutes through to the person you're working with. Because one or both of you will get things horrendously wrong, and you'll be virtually shouted at when you're pretty sure you're doing exactly what you agreed upon.
Lesson 2: Ask why someone's previous editor quit.
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| Oh, fuck off. (Source) |