It’s time to wrap things up with this short series--and what a coincidence, our final installment is about wrapping things up at your freelance gig and taking steps to improve your chances of turning one gig into several.
Talking with my friends in similar positions to mine, it started to seem like having a job and a half at 25-ish was the norm, or at least a norm, rather than an anomaly. According to data from the Bureau of Labor Statistics, in August 2014, about 6.8 million people held more than one job. A little over half of those, 3.6 million people, had a secondary part-time job in addition to a primary full-time job. Although multiple job-holders only make up just 4.7 percent of the employed population, that adds up to more than the populations of Los Angeles and Chicago put together. Even for those with non-essential side hustles, it's a response to wage stagnation, if nothing else; more is more, so work if you can get it.
n+1 has published one of their Editorials with that smooth, authoritative voice that gets me every time. It Tells Us About The World like a maestro conducting an orchestra of discriminating tab-openers, who nod in time with the paragraph breaks. That all-knowingness, so calm on the surface but you know his eye is twitching from all the drafts and redrafts. Copy of copy of copy of August 2014.
When you have a public voice, what you say becomes crucial. I have a responsibility not only to the other people I write about, but also to the larger community.
Freelancing: It's an art, it's a hustle. It's also a tough (but rewarding!) way of making a living. Know what else is tough (and rewarding)? Being the person who hires and manages freelancers. Here's how you, dear freelancer, can help me transfer money from our budget to your pocket.
Okay, so now you know how to get a freelance gig—and you got the offer. Congratulations! The next thing you need to know is how to be the best damn freelancer ever, the person who aces the business parts of freelancing as well as the doing-the-work parts of freelancing.
By the time I got back to the apartment, greeted by a smiling baby, it was 11:30 a.m. I've been up for five hours, haven't done a lick of work, and have to feed the baby again at noon.