I haven’t even made enough this month to cover my rent! In fact, this is the longest cold/dry/evil spell which I have ever had since first going freelance and I’m almost out of hope. I think this might be the end of Fiverr for me.
She doesn’t want me anymore. Existing gigs which I update, she eats mercilessly like a she wolf consuming her own should be beloved infants during a harsh winter. Worse, while new gigs seem to grow steadily in impressions and clicks, they are nowhere to be found in the search itself.
6 months of changes! And look what you have done to yourself, Fiverr! You’ve transformed your beautiful albeit odd workplace into a mad tombola of misery!
If there is any part of the old you left Fiverr, for God sake get a grip on yourself. You’re losing me and you’re mad to think that the Pros you’re sleeping with now will still be around when you need them to be like a good old budget lover will.
Anyway. That’s me, I’m off to the pub to drown my sorrows.