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French teacher Samuel Paty was brutally beheaded after having shown cartoons of the prophet Mohammad during one of his classes.
Help me supporting President Trump so that he can solve his financial problems!
Did you hear that Trump, the president of the United States, barely makes it to the end of the month??
For ten fo the last fifteen years he paid no taxes due to the huge losses of his companies, and even had to ask for loans! :,(
Oh my, we need to help President Donald. He can’t be so poor and so full of pressure and responsibilities! Ok, maybe he is not a really talented entrepreneur, but so what?? It’s not like people voted him because he said he would run a country like one of his businesses, right?
The average salary in the US is around $3,700, which is around €3,100, so why not start from there? At least this small amount of money would give him some time to think things over, and reach the elections period with a more positive attitude! If we donate even one cent each, we can give a huge hand to this poor president!
A number of Polish cities declared themselves LGBT free.
The coronavirus emergency is far from being over, and the second wave hits often harder than the first…
The Indian Ocean island nation of Mauritius is the latest victim of yet another oil spill disaster, which will most likely destroy its delicate marine ecosystem.
The ship MV Wakashio, carrying nearly 4,000 tons of fuel, ran aground on a reef and started leaking his cargo into the ocean.
Everything’s okay! Our governors say… and in the meantime the coronavirus pandemic explodes again.
Some use our planet like an ATM. They withdraw what they need and have a good time. And that’s not sustainable.
Last March I bought a house. I and my lovely half visited it right before Christmas, for a solid 4.5 minutes, before deciding to bid for it. We won the bid and opened a gargantuan mortgage to purchase it. Then I lost my job.
Not entirely correct. It’s more like I dropped my job, I quit, but the job I should have started right after, with the promise of a higher salary, some juicy perks, and a new round of scaleup-style professionalization, never started. Corona-time!
The situation was so tragically unforeseeable I couldn’t even feel sorry for something specific. The company that was supposed to hire me was really having it rough because of the market they move in, one of the most badly hit by the pandemic. We decided to postpone the beginning of the contract to July, hoping for the situation to improve. Which obviously didn’t happen.
Going freelance 0.o
In the meantime, something interesting happened. I got my first client!
In March I had started collaborating with a small Dutch NGO as a designer, working on their brand identity. Truly, reading tons of literature about branding, and talking to real designers – friends of mine that probably are not friends of mine anymore, after all the questions I bothered them with – to try and fight the panic.
It was supposed to be a small gig, some hours to work on a logo, but then I told myself: Why wouldn’t I try and get deeper into this project, doing with them what they really need me for. So I drafted my first proposal, which was a pitch, in the end. It was horrible, it probably looked like a poem, written by a ten-year-old boy, would look to a literature teacher. But I got the job!
After that, I started getting other collaborations, enlarging my network, writing better poems – sometimes – and asking tons of questions to friends. I am now opening my freelance VAT account under the company name DelRosso Studio.
Cherry on top, I’m about to freelance with the company that couldn’t hire me in March. Incredible.
Freelancing is exhausting
I didn’t want to be a freelancer, really.
It sounded exhausting. All those clients, all those different calendars, all my organizational issues. All the Dutch I don’t speak while I am right in the center of Amsterdam. It sounded exhausting and it is exhausting. Nothing new for many, and I’m also a late-comer, I can hear all the freelancers in the world laughing about me while they read these lines.
I’m a performance-led person, excellent on stage and horrible during rehearsal – I run faster if people look at me, I’m not joking. So I am scared I will crash and burn under the pressure of these many jobs.
But it is also rewarding and, for now, really fun. DelRosso Studio is my baby, I work on my own website, I plan my business cards, I network over 1.5 meters beers, I read books and miss morning alarms. I don’t know for how long this will work, but I can definitely say I’m digging it.
Be your own intern
It’s tough for a person who scribbles notebooks instead of writing on them, or flips them upside down to start from the bottom for reasons that the next Monday are forgotten, to be his own boss. And I’m definitely not that.
I think I’m more my own intern.
I had some interns in my brief career, and I think I could divide them into two broad groups – not related to how good they are, let’s be clear.
There are interns you need to take care of, that are talented and hard-working – some, not all, that also needs to be clear – but that need to be pampered. Who doesn’t need some cuddles, after all? But they need them all. I am those interns. I need nice words and rewards, to function properly. I tell myself I’m good, I look at my own work and pose at the mirror with it.
Then there are interns that are machines, independent and fierce, sometimes sassy – N, if you’re reading this, you know I’m talking about you! – but in the end, they take care of you because they’re already more knowledgeable than their supervisors in many ways. I’m also that. I am hard with myself and with my performance. Sometimes I find out I know more than I myself would expect.
So I think I’m more my own intern than my own boss. And now I’ll bring myself some coffee.