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[kupsketchs]

[markdtaylor76]

#PortfolioSpotlight ... Pardeeville Lions Club . https://bit.ly/32Ugqkc . Finally got my hands on the physical pin I designed for the bonspiel before all the madness started last year. . #AvailableForFreelance . #HuntingForJobs . #FreelanceDesigner . #FreelanceArtist . #FreelanceGraphicDesigner . #GraphicDesigner . #Artist https://www.instagram.com/p/COJjZ4Ihg7B/?igshid=1w51f16kaleex

[verasartblog]

Hot news! (30 dregrees in Hamburg) The sun is laughing today, and so am I: I am finally launching my freelance career officially on the 1st of July! As some of you might know, I have been unemployed for a couple of months, and now its time for me to take a leap. Art has been the biggest thing in my life for the last years, and I want to make it even bigger... I am (and have been for some weeks) busy running to various administrative offices, filling forms and figuring out a couple of bureaucratic questions. And even though its annoying, it's going to be worth it! Right now I am in the final stages of applying for a start-up grant from the government, which would help me for the first months financially, until I get the machinary up and running. It is not going to be easy, but I am super psyched, and I am looking forward to be taking you along on my journey! So - if you are interested in working with me, please don't hesitate to contact me via DM or e-mail (>> vera[dot]rehaag[at]web[dot]de) You can show support by liking and commenting on my posts, or by joining me on Patreon (patreon.com/verarehaagart) 😊 All the love - vera #announcement #availableforfreelance #illustration #womeninillustration #artistsoninstagram #art #digitalartist #excited #freelance #freiberufler #illustratorin https://www.instagram.com/p/BzIpcYtA4v7/?igshid=fmllqwv9hdav

[xresidentevil42005x]

I am happy to announce that I am available for Freelance writing. The link to my blog is in my bio. #availableforwork #availableforfreelance #availableforfreelancework #freelanceravailableforhire #availableforhire #freelanceropen (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpIqwJBh2a8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13kyu7vwbxiky

[nickstarter]

“Waiting in Pain” Losing my mind, looking for my next gig. By Nick Cade

OK LinkedIn, it’s been 3 hours, 33 minutes, and 22 seconds since my “ CD/CW available for freelance” post and, still, no job. This is when panic sets in. And with every second that ticks by, and every fruitless email refresh, the knot in my neck tightens,   until I’m hunched over in pain.

My lunch companion suggests a “great” chiropractor. But this isn’t my first rodeo. So, I call my shrink. “Can you make it today at 2:30?,” he asks. Of course I can Doc, I don’t have a job.

I can’t tell you how much I hate spending $160 out of pocket to see a psychiatrist, but I walk out of his office feeling completely realigned. And even though it’s been 4 hours, 20 minutes, and 12 seconds and I still don’t have a job, I feel good.

In fact, I feel inspired. And by the time I get to Starbucks, I have a mental list of 3 things to accomplish today: Find a gym. Redo my portfolio. And, finally, finish that screen play. Which I’m going to start right now. . . Just after I check my. . . Fuck. It’s been 5 hours, 20 minutes, and 32 seconds and, still, no job.   Things are getting pretty dark pretty quickly.

Man, I just don’t get it. My, “Hey, I’m just checking-in” emails to the recruiters were on point, each word perfectly balancing the fine line between dedication and desperation. Is my rate too high? Did Mike talk shit about me? Have they discovered I’m a fraud? Probably all 3. After all, it’s been 5 hours, 21 minutes, and 23 seconds and, still, no job.

At this point, two things are becoming painfully clear: 1: I will never be gainfully employed in the field of advertising again. And 2: My shrink is an idiot. Who am I kidding? I’m never going to finish my screenplay. And, I’ve gained 5 lbs. from stress eating.

By early afternoon, I’m at DEFCON 3. I tell my wife to cut the cable. Stop buying organic. And start shopping at Ralphs again. We’re poor now. She rolls her eyes. “Go take a walk,” she says. “Your mind is playing tricks on you again.” It’s not her first rodeo, either.

Maybe Natalia is right; my mind has always been a fair-weather fan, cheering me on when I’m producing wins at work. “You’re so smart, Nick.” “A stable genius, I tell you.” But at my first mental fumble, he turns on me. It doesn’t matter if I’ve given him two Super Bowl spots. Or that I’m a great dad. Or that I’m happily married. To the fair-weather fan in my head, I’m a failure. And as I leave the field, I hear him screaming, “6 hours and 30 minutes and still no job!!! You bum!!!”

It’s amazing how fast things can change. Last week, I was swatting away freelance offers like Shaquille O’Neal. This week, I’m really considering direct mail assignments in Dubai. See you in 3 months, kids.

Maybe I should just go full-time? Or client side? Or better yet, maybe I’ll find a whole new career? But after taking inventory of all my marketable skills, I’ve only come up with one… marketing. And we all know how that turned out.

By the time I pick my eldest up from school, I’ve accepted my new lot in life. Not everyone can be David Droga. The world needs Nick Cades, too. For what? I don’t know. And just when I’m ready to call Alma Mater to see if they need any help next quarter, a LinkedIn notification pops up on my phone.   Holy fucking shit. I can’t click through fast enough. Is it my next gig? My next adventure? My family's salvation? No, it’s Steve, from Steve Shore photography. “Hey Nick, do you have time to check out our latest work?” God dammit LinkedIn, you screwed me again.