I haven't done gig work in recent months. I blog and do freelance writing.
As a freelance writer, I charge by the page and say something like "I typically get it back to you within a week." In reality, I usually get it back a lot quicker than that but saying that gives me latitude for being too sick to work unexpectedly sometimes for a few days.
Charging by the page means it's my problem, not yours, if I can't focus and have to read it three times and it takes me longer than usual. Sometimes, I can do it efficiently and sometimes I can't.
I have zero desire to have any kind of "job" ever again. My life works vastly better as a freelancer who can do the work whenever the hell I manage to get my act together for the day without punching a clock.
This is literally worth millions of dollars in medical care not being required that normally would be for someone like me.
I'm dirt poor. I hate it so fucking much and wish it weren't true.
It's also the version of my reality where unicorns fart rainbows compared to what I'm supposed to be enduring.
Hi Doreen, hope this doesn't come across as creepy as I'm neurodiverse and have a hard time understanding sometimes.
But, I've read your comments over the years, and have a lot of respect for you. I'm also sick, and also struggle with employment sometimes (unemployed currently) and it's a really tough lot. Your consistent positivity is something I've noticed and really appreciate. Your realistic takes are a wonderful balance to the ivory tower bs coming from "academics".
As a freelance writer, I charge by the page and say something like "I typically get it back to you within a week." In reality, I usually get it back a lot quicker than that but saying that gives me latitude for being too sick to work unexpectedly sometimes for a few days.
Charging by the page means it's my problem, not yours, if I can't focus and have to read it three times and it takes me longer than usual. Sometimes, I can do it efficiently and sometimes I can't.
I have zero desire to have any kind of "job" ever again. My life works vastly better as a freelancer who can do the work whenever the hell I manage to get my act together for the day without punching a clock.
This is literally worth millions of dollars in medical care not being required that normally would be for someone like me.
I'm dirt poor. I hate it so fucking much and wish it weren't true.
It's also the version of my reality where unicorns fart rainbows compared to what I'm supposed to be enduring.
Edited because auto-corrupt strikes again.