Had a huge, once-in-a-lifetime meeting last week; a this-could-be-a-very-very-big-deal which a client asked me to join last moment, and I was honored. There I was, part of the creative team pitching these oh-so-important people. Little ol’ me, soccer mom all grown up and back at work. Not my first pitch, thankfully, so I went confidently into that big room, knowing full-well I could do this gig, do it well. The confidence was
Four for Four
I’ve been beating my brain to remember the names of colleagues and friends I worked so closely with nearly a decade ago. How I can remember where we kept the secret stash of copier toner to this day, but not my VP of marketing? Weird, that selective memory. We knew each other so well back then, how could I possibly forget? Day in and day out . . . nights too, and
When It Rains . . .
I’ve been working full time trying to find work. Small jobs trickle in, but this month — and last — not so much. It’s ten years post IR, Internet Revolution, with four kids, a dog and a day off from school. Oh, and the economy’s tanking and no one’s hiring and if they are, they’re not sure they can pay you – ever. Freelancers like me spend more time soliciting work, than actually