First of all, it was a nightmare job. I was only supposed to be editing for her, and it's bad enough she can't string together a coherent sentence. How does one suppose they can run a magazine if they can't write? You sure as hell don't deserve the title, "Editor".
So after the first issue, the panicked call: "You're a designer too, right?" 36 hours flat out over one weekend starting Saturday at 10 am, and I have the mess I've been given put together into something resembling a magazine so that her regular designer can "massage" it... regular designer having been really busy, don't you know. Working full time myself, along with the half time mother gig, I am a bit stretched as well. However, I needed the $500, and while by design standards it was way underpaid, for a weekend's work it's not bad.
The next issue it was more. "We have longer". Same old disorganized shit, "Here's a pile of paper with some pertinent stuff in with the trash, here are some disks that may or may not have what you are looking for, I'll send you some emails and no direction about what goes where. Voila! work your magic!"
So this last issue, the whole shmozzle was mine, cover and all. An escalated nightmare. I told her how much time I had to work on it, and what I would do if I got all the pieces from her in time, which naturally I didn't. So I broke up wiht her... last issue. That's it.
Six months later, still waiting for the paltry $1500 that was supposed to compensate me for three weeks of spending every evening with her shit, editing, designing, re-writing and illustrating. And I'm getting the old "money is coming... cheque's in the mail... try to get you something this week."
And naturally, my SO is also getting screwed over since I dragged him in for extra editing. Sorry honey!
SO... anyone know anything about collection agencies or small claims court?
1 comment:
no,
but I heard Cindy Lou Who has been pulling the old - I'm a dummy, you do it all scam all over the province.
How else do you explain Frank Magazine?
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