|If you stick with London Brokers, the above is NOT in your immediate future.|
I guess doing rideshare can be worse or even making food deliveries in the 'hood (waiting for a decent tip is like waiting for a unicorn). But if I sound a little familiar it's because I've lived it...and I'm not proud. I've known the LB profit margin for years and I hated when there were no articles BUT with this re-vamp, I bid adieu.
Now before you bash me, these people weren't always on my radar. Before I got sick, I made a decent living writing for private clients, earning blog residuals, and being what's now called an influencer for a number of brands. This was quick fill-in work for late-paying clients. Anyone who's undergone chemo will always choose the path of least resistance for the first couple of years - that is, if they don't want to risk falling on their face.
So the articles were easy af and some assignments were actually fun. Even better, no one was bugging me with a tight deadline and ever-changing style guide. Revision requests were minimal once I got the hang of the fact that this company does not want for writers to use contractions.
However, the things that made them exceptional were becoming a thing of the past. Although a sane writer couldn't make much, you knew you were covered when it came to the listed (it has changed several times) days of payment once you reached the minimum. More than once I went more than a week without getting paid, even though I'd made a nice amount of money for them.
It's like dating someone who was okay at first but then they gained weight or began to have an attitude, just because. You don't want to break up because it's kinda safe territory but you know that you're falling into a trap. See, LB accepted my somewhat uninteresting articles with no contractions for years but my hands forgot this was not how the public reads.
So in retraining myself how to be interesting and informative - contractions and all - I knew it was time to get out. Then it seemed as if they beat me to the punch...sort of. One day I saw a notification saying that they were cleaning house and if you hadn't received an email, you weren't part of the revamp. It was then followed by a note saying that the Unique Articles Wizard (UAW) was now a thing of the past.
Cool but you've got my money from a job you begged me to take on (they became notorious for this before temporarily shutting down). Once there were no jobs in the queue, I shot them a note about final payment. Ever since I got burned by iWriter years ago, I told myself I'd never get too comfortable with these mills.