Sometimes I Miss Having a Boss to Blame
By Ken Hollow, freelance by choice, regret by default When I quit my last real job, I walked out of the office with a box…
By Ken Hollow, freelance by choice, regret by default When I quit my last real job, I walked out of the office with a box…
By Ken Hollow, algorithmically ghosted and emotionally contagious You ever post something, watch it tank, and then immediately question every life choice that led you…
By Ken Hollow, professionally lost and brand-consistent There was a time when I had a job title. Graphic designer. Easy. Understandable. You say it and…
By Ken Hollow, formerly a designer, now a priest of pixelated vibrations There was a time when I thought I knew what “branding” meant. Fonts.…
By Ken Hollow, emotionally available and algorithmically punished It happens every time. I post something real. Vulnerable. Messy. The kind of caption where I admit…
By Ken Hollow, digitally exhausted and financially underwhelmed Let me preface this by saying I did everything “right.” I followed the gurus. I watched the…
By Ken Hollow, certified human (barely) There was a time when I scoffed at AI-generated content. “Oh please,” I said, adjusting my ethically sourced hoodie.…
By Ken Hollow, spiritually disassociating via brand guidelines Every Monday starts the same. I open my laptop. I crack my knuckles. I take a deep…
By Ken Hollow, currently trapped inside his own brand voice It was supposed to be a joke. I had five minutes, an iced coffee, and…
By Ken Hollow, unpaid astrologically and emotionally I was just about to schedule a launch. The posts were prepped. The hooks were tight. The carousel…