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I just got paid for work I did in November.
Long story short, I did some work for a woman who was editing a book manuscript (looks like a boutique job, should it ever see light of day.) In the course of things, I sent her my hours and mailing address, and she sent them on to her business manager, who cut me a check... which never arrived. Pages fly off of the calendar; gentle inquiries are made; another check is cut... and sent, apparently, to the Twilight Zone. Happily, in the course of things, the editor sent me a copy of her correspondence chain with her business manager, which included her statement of my mailing address (correct), and the BM's restatement of same (decidedly not). This was of great relief to me (and I quickly pointed this out to her); my name isn't exactly uncommon, and it wasn't hard to imagine some other Coyotegoth receiving said checks, and doing who knows what with them.
Finally, I simply suggested that the BM send the check to her, and I'd pick it up at her office; she concurred; the curse, at last, was broken (assuming the check clears, and hasn't simply vanished from my account, like leprechaun gold). Have sent the editor an e-mail apologizing profusely for the difficulties, and thanking her for her tenacity in writing this wrong; have sent the BM death rays from my eyes, as well as a Zuni doll, complete with necklace. Think I could find a functional Lament configuration on eBay?
ETA: No, freelancing isn't always- or even usually- this bad (I supported myself quite ably as a freelancer for almost four years); one case like this does do a great deal to erode my faith in the process, though.
Long story short, I did some work for a woman who was editing a book manuscript (looks like a boutique job, should it ever see light of day.) In the course of things, I sent her my hours and mailing address, and she sent them on to her business manager, who cut me a check... which never arrived. Pages fly off of the calendar; gentle inquiries are made; another check is cut... and sent, apparently, to the Twilight Zone. Happily, in the course of things, the editor sent me a copy of her correspondence chain with her business manager, which included her statement of my mailing address (correct), and the BM's restatement of same (decidedly not). This was of great relief to me (and I quickly pointed this out to her); my name isn't exactly uncommon, and it wasn't hard to imagine some other Coyotegoth receiving said checks, and doing who knows what with them.
Finally, I simply suggested that the BM send the check to her, and I'd pick it up at her office; she concurred; the curse, at last, was broken (assuming the check clears, and hasn't simply vanished from my account, like leprechaun gold). Have sent the editor an e-mail apologizing profusely for the difficulties, and thanking her for her tenacity in writing this wrong; have sent the BM death rays from my eyes, as well as a Zuni doll, complete with necklace. Think I could find a functional Lament configuration on eBay?
ETA: No, freelancing isn't always- or even usually- this bad (I supported myself quite ably as a freelancer for almost four years); one case like this does do a great deal to erode my faith in the process, though.
