Months before Billboard Philippines folded, I was already working from home. That’s the brilliance of online-based companies. You can do your work from anywhere in the world, as long as you have Internet access. I’d find myself in different coffee shops around the area, working from UDD‘s holding room during their concerts, or in the comfort of my bedroom with my laptop on a folding table. Wherever I was, I had to be doing something whether it was work-related or book-related or art-related. But now that BBPH is no more, one spectrum of my daily life was stripped from my to-do lists. My writer-artist self had to step up.
It’s difficult to just sit around, wondering when or if HR people will get back to you after you submit your resume to a job opening. It’s maddening to simply stare at the ceiling waiting for the next possible client to stumble upon your email for commission. And I think the craziest thing that’s been bugging me since my day job faded into oblivion is that I don’t know where my next paycheck will be coming from. It’s nerve-wracking. It’s my everyday life. And until I get another day job or a sweeeeeet paycheck that could keep me comfortable, I’m gonna have to grind some bones to make sure I don’t starve my body and my brain.
I recently resolved to returning to my freelance life for the meantime. Doing so isn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. Being your own boss is tough, especially when you obsess over work and feel guilty for taking a Skyrim break and having fun. So with my nifty, hot pink Starbucks planner, I’ve planned out how I’m gonna survive this jobless limbo.
Here’s how my day goes:
