Sex and sausages

I signed up with a contract agency. I chose ArtSource because I have hired lots of their artists in the past, and like their integrity.

The thing is, ArtSource mostly reps illustrators, animators, modellers, web-designers... you know, ARTISTS.

Being none of those, I'm kind of in a niche by itself.

Boys and girls, I have to say -- I LOVE having an agency. Every few days, I get a phone call or an email offering me some job I would never ordinarily have found, or think of taking. But, they all look sweeter when someone else is out there chowing for you.

Do I want to edit 50 web articles fast? (Sure.) Join a mondo-tech-frobbing blitz team? (What the hey.) How about Marketing Manager for a frooble-jack? (Absolutely.) So far, only the Marketing Manager position has called back, but you know... it only takes one.

Contract positions are pure commedia dell' Arte -- each is Very Important, with One Big Idea, which is Frantically Urgent to do, without mussing My Beautiful Costume.

A commedia character only wants one or two things. Harlequin, for example, the scheming servant, only wants SEX and SAUSAGES. And the most important of these is, SAUSAGES.

ArtSource, baby -- bring on the sausage.