I have been busy, to the point of exhaustion and pain, all week.
I’ve been freelancing at this place in the city for about a month. My job/position is a tricky one. Traffic/Project Management. You are basically in charge of everyone else, (thought not their boss), and responsible for having everything happen when it’s supposed to and the way it’s supposed to. So you pretty much need to know how the company runs and then you’re in charge of keeping it going. Sort of.
So it’s tricky to freelance, because it’s so hands on. It’s not like I’m a writer who can hand my supervisor my copy for them to review. What I do is move things, fast, and make decisions on the fly. This is why the only freelance positions I have had have been temp-to-perm; you bring me in, I sit at the sidelines for awhile while I observe and help out here and there, and eventually I can be of real service. You have to want to invest in me.
As I said, I’ve been there for about a month. With a lot of sidelines and observing, and each week taking on a bit more. Darrin, who I report to, has been wonderful, doling it out a bit at a time, all leading up to…
…his vacation this past week.
Which happened to be one of those psycho weeks that agencies see only a handful of times a year.
I had a lot of problems, troubles, confusions, conflicts, difficulties, questions questions questions. But holy crap am I no longer the new girl. And I most definitely kicked some major ass; I more than kept up, and did a fantastic job, and received feedback accordingly. Read the rest of this entry »
