Did I use this one already? No matter. It’s been well over 3 months since I started my online writing job and I still have it! Woot! Woot!
The job itself is somewhat unremarkable, other than it’s saved me, I like it and I can do it. It’s blog writing for marketing purposes for other people. I churn it out, get paid every week and don’t get a byline. But that’s fine. All of it. Way fine. I don’t know if I’d want my name on most of it, as it’s mostly boring and verging on clickbait.
Working online is fabulous. I have actually been doing it for a few years now, but I worked for sites that charged exorbitant fees on top of shit wages. With this job, I make my rent and bills within a few days.
If I worked in an office or a physical space with these people, I wouldn’t have lasted a day. Maybe two days tops.
Our main way of communicating is through a page on Facebook. Also, most of the people who work here are 20 somethings. A bunch more of 30 somethings. These are the ones all over the Facebook page.
If they get an article rejected by the client, or even told they were less than perfect like mummy does, they rush to facebook crying about. I mean, they act as if they’d been shot. So hard done by. They are so fast to complain and then wait for all the tut-tutting and there-thering, it’s shockingly pathetic.
They love to complain and they also love to beg for applause for actually doing their job. I mean, for fuck sakes. I lost count how many times someone had to mention they took one of the harder or less interesting topics to write about. All the little twats clap and cheer. Bitch, Please. It’s. The. Job.
One of my favourites is they all rush on and ask about how to concentrate on the work. Well, stay off facebook might be a good start.
We have writers, topic makers and quality control people. The QC, as they are dubbed, can be right annoying. It’s the 20 years olds showing off because they have a diploma from agricultural college and live in a state where you can’t even buy alcohol.
They love to pick your shit apart and send it back. A few times they have been downright insulting. My natural instinct is to tell them to go fuck themselves, but I can’t lose the job. I do, however, snark back.
I’ve been heckled as a comic in some pretty seedy rooms, so having a chubby twat in middle America who was homeschooled tell me my article didn’t blow her skirt up, I’m not upset.
One woman told me to tame it down, and take the ‘flirt’ out. No thank you. It was about the sexiest shirts for me.
My less than frequent trips to the page is me shouting, ‘ Oh, Shut Up’ a lot. I don’t comment or get involved. I did at first and was met with complete silence.
I get it, though. I do. We all have our lives to live and people shouldn’t hold theirs up to anyone else’s. There are a few people who work here like me, who live in a different country.
Unlike me, they are there spreading the good word of Jesus. My Jesus, or Hayzeus, drives a cab. Sells fruit.
Some post pictures of their scenery or view of where they are working, one put a picture of her lap and laptop from her plane seat. It’s meant to make other’s jealous.
They love the memes. I hate the fucking memes.
But, I am really relieved to have it. It seemed to swoop in at the last minute like a Prince Charming on a white horse.
I work when I want, I take time off. I sit on my crappy couch, sweating in my underpants, and it’s fabulous.
I’ve paid back everyone who helped me, (almost) and I still get giddy when I’m able to walk home with all my groceries.
I will complain here and to my friends but refrain from commenting on facebook. I had to complain to the top guy about one of the quality control bitches who was well out of line and she’s no longer with us.
Some bitch told me the other day my writing was dry and boring. It was an article about how to save energy. I told her it was just my personality and I was surprised she didn’t call the article, ‘fat’, as well.
I also said I was under the impression the article was meant to be informative, not bring the reader to orgasm.
She didn’t send it back.