Last week I proudly crowed about the apparent success of my sojourn into freelancing. Well, as they say in the classics, “pride comes before a fall”.
It would appear that my “employer” duped me, and has done a runner with my work having had his payment rejected. Nearly £1000 of work – and nothing to show for it but wasted time, a badly bruised ego and a lesson in hubris.
There’s an eerie calm that accompanies the realisation that there is no point in continuing my efforts anymore. A relaxing of the knot of self-doubt. Or perhaps it is more like a tightening of the knot, so tight that all sensations have been cut off. I know now that I can’t succeed.
I’ll keep chasing but the agency are completely useless and seem entirely relaxed about the fact that they are aiding and abetting intellectual property theft. Fortunately for me, though, I have documentary evidence and I know at least one of the companies that the work was for, so believe me, they and their parent company have received an email warning them not to accept any articles from this person or on the subject matter of my copy. They also have the article and screenshots for evidence.
So, a cruel lesson for me. It was my own fault for being so gullible and trusting someone who turned out to be a conman. And yes, I’m dejected, disillusioned, and hurt.
I’m also so very angry. And you know the saying that “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?” Well, consider me fucking scorned. He messed with the wrong woman! 👿👹
I almost feel sorry for him. Almost…..
Silly, silly boy.