Ok, so no one has actually been waiting for this, but it’s been a while. For starters, there’s a video of Darwin being all cute like he does. Gotta love that kid.
I’ve had plenty to say lately, but I just haven’t had the time to sit down and write about it all properly. Once the moment passes, it’s hard to go back and vent about it with the same honesty. One problem I have is that while posting in detail about my life, personal information about certain other people could be revealed. So I basically just don’t tell most of my stories for the sake of not putting someone else’s business out there. Meanwhile here’s the short version of one story… I’m kicked out of my apartment. Now, I could stay there if I really wanted to push the issue I guess, but it would be unpleasant, so I’m not doing it. I can’t say how this situation will play out. Maybe it will stick, maybe it won’t.
On another topic completely, freelance jobs are difficult. Not physically or creatively difficult, but like, emotionally. What I go through for most of the jobs I do for Penn is pretty much why I stopped advertising my services for things like this. Don’t get me wrong, I like that I have these Penn jobs, and I hope they keep coming, simply because I need the money. If you break it down to an hourly rate or a pain in the ass to cash ratio, they don’t really pay all that well. But I still really need the money. So you understand the type of work I do for them, have a look at the most recent project I did. It’s a 4-panel brochure and an envelope. I asked for $2,000 and got negotiated down to $1,450. Ouch. Anyway, this is what it looks like:
As simple as it looks (and should be), here is a look at the emails I got while working on just this one job. My favorite are the ones that say “final changes” in the subject line, followed shortly after by “more changes of course”.
In closing, if there are any hot cougars out there looking to be a sugar momma to an emotionally damaged father of one, hit me up.
BONUS VIDEO: Darwin splashes around all crazy