That meant it was the bus to Queensboro Plaza, which had me arrive at 9:13, late for the first job of the day. This was my first three-gig day on the freelancer app Handy, and so I was packing a full range of tools, anticipating the unexpected. I would get off the plane and the next day descend into a work orgy for twelve plus hours a day, 6 days a week for two months. There were no health plans or 401(k)s. Nothing was guaranteed, except that if you did good work, you would keep working. The gig economy didn’t invent freelance work.