From 'Bum' to 'Freelancer'
So I've been thinking a while about my next move right? Looks like I ended up making it in a split second.
Late Sunday night/very early Monday morning I got a call from a classmate about some work. He was very vague about it actually. I hardly got any details out of him except that it was a project of our professor, the event itself (whatever it was) would be on Thursday and that he needed a hand. I'm a little puzzled as to why I agreed so easily to get involved when I knew so little. Aah... he mentioned how much he'd pay me. Yeah, that's right... He emailed me clearer--though still rather vague--details later that day. It was a launch party for a social website at a high end club. Our job was to craft a photo-wall for the club lobby and set pieces for the dance floor. He called me in to work on Wednesday.
I just figured if I made the wrong decision it would be over by the end of the week anyway, all I'd have to do was stick it out.
And stick it out I did.
Was it the wrong decision then? Not entirely, no. One can never expect things like 1st jobs to be like a walk in the park, so to speak. The project did actually end relatively well. And now that I'm away from it I can talk about it positively. Charge it to experience my parents tell me. Yes. I acknowledge that it did do me good psychologically, socially, financially... I saw for myself. I learned. I confirmed my expectations.
On top of it all I worked very hard.
I will allow myself to say: it really took a toll on me physically, I was exhausted. I will not however enumerate my battle scars, that would be spoiled of me. After all I knew and still know that the world would not go easy on me or anyone. I won't complain of the work itself. I knew I would be tired.
Ah the value of good, hard work...
They say the reward is sweeter at the end of the day, when you know you've earned it...
Well at the end of that day, I felt like I deserved it.
Late Sunday night/very early Monday morning I got a call from a classmate about some work. He was very vague about it actually. I hardly got any details out of him except that it was a project of our professor, the event itself (whatever it was) would be on Thursday and that he needed a hand. I'm a little puzzled as to why I agreed so easily to get involved when I knew so little. Aah... he mentioned how much he'd pay me. Yeah, that's right... He emailed me clearer--though still rather vague--details later that day. It was a launch party for a social website at a high end club. Our job was to craft a photo-wall for the club lobby and set pieces for the dance floor. He called me in to work on Wednesday.
I just figured if I made the wrong decision it would be over by the end of the week anyway, all I'd have to do was stick it out.
And stick it out I did.
Was it the wrong decision then? Not entirely, no. One can never expect things like 1st jobs to be like a walk in the park, so to speak. The project did actually end relatively well. And now that I'm away from it I can talk about it positively. Charge it to experience my parents tell me. Yes. I acknowledge that it did do me good psychologically, socially, financially... I saw for myself. I learned. I confirmed my expectations.
On top of it all I worked very hard.
I will allow myself to say: it really took a toll on me physically, I was exhausted. I will not however enumerate my battle scars, that would be spoiled of me. After all I knew and still know that the world would not go easy on me or anyone. I won't complain of the work itself. I knew I would be tired.
Ah the value of good, hard work...
They say the reward is sweeter at the end of the day, when you know you've earned it...
Well at the end of that day, I felt like I deserved it.