Yesterday, the most peculiar thing happened. I was sitting here finishing up the calendar of events for the month of March for the bar I work for when I decided to apply to some full-time and freelance Graphic Design positions. Now, if that wasn’t peculiar enough, the act of searching for a new job, I applied to THREE, making my day even more peculiar. Here’s the deal.
Toby, bless his sweet heart, keeps telling me to keep up with the client work, continue to work from home and come up with more side-projects. While, I can think of nothing more appealing than continuing to live this way, I also get this fear from time to time that I need to carry my own weight. Hence, my recent stint with waitressing. Hence, the working for free for people all over the eastern seaboard. Hence, desires to come up with Web sites like SPD in less than a week. Hence, my writing here incessantly in search of a purpose. Hence, my applying to design jobs yesterday morning when I should be finishing up the (albeit free) work I do have. Hence, freaking out today.
Within the hour of my applying to said design jobs, I received a phone call from a man who needs work done IMMEDIATELY and who will pay my highest hourly rate to have said work done IMMEDIATELY. Basically, a designer he had hired created some of the ugliest design comps I have ever seen and he was forced to let her go instantly. My timing was great! He told me over the phone. But now he’s on an even tighter deadline. Who isn’t going to agree to that kind of scenario? I mean, I’m screaming for punishment. I dump stress into my coffee each morning.
Just when you thought you couldn’t get any busier and have little money to show for it, you get even busier. I just hope that this very kind and desperate man actually pays me. The last time I found myself in a similar position, that being the position where I was asked to “make things better” the client didn’t pay me. This was after he huffed and puffed over my (lowered) hourly rate. (I should have known.) To make a long story short, there’s a bowling alley in Manhattan who is on my list of places to peanut butter and jelly when I have the money to afford the sloppy prank.
What are you in for?
I covered the walls of a Mid-town bowling alley with Wonder Bread and peanut-butter and jelly.
I’m not sure how it came to be like this. While I realize graphic designers aren’t responsible for murdering folks with ugly design, I become so enraged when others lower the bar for those of us who actually enjoy solving visual problems and do it fairly well. What ends up happening is this:
Someone like this man hires a designer. He offers to pay the designer __ dollar amount for his or her skills. The designer shows the client a portfolio of work he or she probably didn