I Hate Money
Unfortunately, money makes the world go ’round and that sucks, especially when you bust your ass everyday and have nothing to show for it, if you look at my bank account. I’m the Editor-in-Chief (EIC) of an online magazine, Giga: Geek Magazine. I’ve had this title for only about a month and a half and have never held a position like this before.
Any time I take on something new, I work hard to make sure I understand every aspect of it; whether it’s buying a juicer or working out, I need to know everything first. Thus, when the owner of the magazine asked me to become EIC, I stepped up. I googled, yes googled, the job description of an EIC, did some research in relation to the type of topic the magazine focuses on, and then dived in. I was excited to have the power to make the website great.
If I don’t know how to do something, I will teach myself (that’s what the internet is for, right?), no matter how difficult it may be. I knew nothing about code, plugins, CSN, optimizing, or slow-loading websites, but when I saw how much needed to be fixed with the site, I had to learn all of it, by myself. The site is my baby now and I must do whatever it takes to make it better. I also use Twitter and Facebook to get Giga out there, which can be a little frustrating.
Every day I’ve put all my time into the website and my copyediting class, but I don’t receive a paycheck for either, so I feel like I’m wasting my time and efforts. It’s a horrible feeling. I know I’m creating something and pushing my career (I can put all of this stuff on my résumé), but today, all that matters is money.
I didn’t want to do it, but I’m starting to see a sacrifice has to be made: get a “real” job and make money or do what I love and be broke for the rest of my life.