Freelancing

I've posted only one comment on the subject of my long absence, that would be Archer, because he's got the general tone of the comments pretty much covered...

I gotta tell you, I'm kinda digging the freelance life. You can go in, work for a company, and not have to get caught up in the whole political shenanigans that go on in a large corporation. You show up, do the job you've been hired to do, and because you're a freelancer, you just don't have that paw and claw mentality of the full-time staffers. I kinda like it.

The Company is populated with many "young girls," and they fill me with a kind of nostalgia. They're generally young and completely career-driven -- I remember that feeling well -- and they've got that endearingly serious demeanor that young female executives-in-training seem to have. That "you will take me seriously" mien that they think indicates that they are serious businesswomen. It makes me wonder, as I remember my days in advertising, with the suits and heels and briefcases and client meetings, at what point did I cast off that mantle of bullshit? It may have been when I looked around at some random agency meeting and thought to myself, "Wow. These people really think that selling subscriptions to magazines with television commercials is IMPORTANT."

While I can't disclose the name of The Company (they've contracted me through the next couple of weeks), I'll give you a few clues, just for grins.

1) The Company is located in New York City (duh).
2) The founder/owner/creative genius of The Company is a woman.
3) The founder of The Company was once a model AND a stockbroker.
4) The founder of The Company is recognizable to pretty much everyone in America.
5) The founder of The Company, for a short period of time, got a whole lot of attention for her handbag.
6) She's my very favorite ex-convict, and I have blogged about her in the past (albeit in one of my other blogs.)

Let's just say, the founder raised the bar for middle-american style far above marching-duck dishtowels -- forever. There's something to be said for that...I've always admired her, though I don't own a glue gun and I certainly can't imagine that making a cranberry wreath is anything other than occupational therapy for Lindsay Lohan. (Do they let addicts have pins?)

And that's a good thing.