There is no meritocracy or fairness in this industry. I’ve always know that, but it seems that as of late it’s become more obvious, less well-disguised.
Recently a company I’ve had a spat with told me about another potential gig – and Mr. Bigtime is the designer…again. No talk of “We’re trying hard not to be short-sighted dolts, some of us here are advocating for you, bear with us.” Just “It wouldn’t be yours to fuck with, but it’s a lot of dates.” Well, of course I won’t turn it down (if it even happens), but what I hear when they say that is “Thanks for the work you’ve done so far, but when you get your own A-list client, you should probably take that to Morris or Bandit or VER or someplace that will treat you with a modicum of respect.”
And that’s exactly what I’ll do. I WILL get a big-name client, and when I do, they can kiss my ass.
In other news, it turns out a gig of swapfile is what WordPress needs to not crash SQL all the freaking time. So there’s that.
Exit, stage left.
Sparks