In business, as in your personal life, who you deal with is of crucial importance. It might even make you end a title in a preposition if you’re not careful.
Knowing who you are dealing with on the web is a little unlike anything else – the methods to mask identity are not complex. If you want to sneak in and out of the Internet, you can. People do.
I work in a pretty transparent way – I am who you see. My comments, when signed by me somewhere out there, are my thoughts. Still, I feel you should know more about who I am and why you should trust me.
So what better way, than to introduce you to my finest hair moment. Meet 17 year-old Marty Lamers, and his freelance mohawk.
My glasses are now a lot smaller (as if larger ones are possible), and my bald spot negates the possibility of this work-retardant hairstyle ever working the same way for me again. Though trying it today would be interesting, for sure.
Ahhhh, setting gel and cheap hairspray: the clumsy magic that was 1983.
I am sure I would still have that tie too, if my wife didn’t have the good sense to intervene when she did.
There you have it – now you know. I make no apologies.
You,, sir are my hero. I been spending countless hours looking at portfolios in the attempts to figure how to broach the subject on my appearances vs. my skills for web/graphic design. Been hard to figure out how to strike the balance.
-another mohawked chick on the workforce
Ah, Kat – a word of advice then. Be yourself – full-on. You are much more valuable than whatever paycheck you are trying to claim by snowing them.
I swallowed my own personality for years, and the indigestion is horrible.
The other key, is online work does not require face time.
You won’t get an in-house gig with a ‘hawk most likely…but you certainly can work for people all over the world who won’t care a bit what you look like.
I don’t deserve your hero status – but I am with you, sister. Cheers.
ROG WOULD APPROVE. Hillarious! I live in Appleton now. My thirteen year old daughter was messing around w/ my laptap. Her friend “Bree Lamers” google searched her last name and this picture came up. I freaked out and said I know that guy! I sat next to him in Geometry. They asked if you were cool and I said yes, of course.
Rob! Can you still spit between your front teeth?
And Bree Lamers may be my cousin – not too many of them out there, I would think. My cousin is in her late 30s early 40s though…but if it is a Lamers from Appleton, I am probably in their DNA somewhere.
And not to shatter the dream, but I am pretty far from cool these days – but thanks for the props!