I'm Mozambleak. As from Friday, I work for Wibble on a freelance basis. Our budgetary constraints mean that I cannot be employed full-time on the site, it's just not feasible.
The good news is, I'll still be involved with Wibble, my baby, my project – on some level. The bad news is, I'm unemployed. Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
I have mere weeks to find a new sparkly full-time 8-5 before completely plugging it via bankruptcy. Times are tough.
During my six months at Wibble, we created and 'built' the site, of which took three months. Hiring someone savvy with Drupal, and who could squeeze in time to do all the techie stuff. We also had to do this by ourselves with the only budget permissible: my salary. So really we had three months to take off. The time frame, realistically, was too small. And thus we'll continue, but in the spare time I have once I am (hopefully) employed very soon.
I still have high hopes for Wibble, and I want to see it through to the end...or hopefully non-end. I always knew it was going to be a six months trial period to see if it would work, I knew the risk I was taking. And I have learnt quite a bit in these six months. If only we had only more budget and resources, perhaps I could've stayed on longer full-time. However, freelancing for Wibble means it's not all gone before we see the fruits of our work.
In the meantime, I'm unemployed. And with a holiday in the Seychelles wedged oh so conveniently in between (fuck this for timing), I'm bordering on panic.
I haven't collapsed in anxiety yet, and am surprisingly calm about being in the ranks of the unemployed. It could be because my sorrows were drowned on Friday night with a few gin and tonics with the helps of my mates, followed by an amazing dinner at The Codfather, where Mr 747 took me to. We walked out a bit blotto – but hell those prawns and Norwegian salmon were incredible.
Saturday was Ant's farewell and birthday party, where we dressed up like partygoers in Secunda, following from a friend's birthday picnic at the Zoo.
We saw an elephant with a giant nomthondo. My wordy word.
So. CV updating time. In between bills, a new flatmate who has just moved in, managing my budget, cutting back on smoking (what an apt time to choose), and generally trying to keep it together until I find a full-time job.