Lance for hire
One of the many pleasures of being a freelancer – apart from not getting paid until you’ve called the client five times because people figure you’re doing this as a hobby, merely a way to pass the time while waiting to die – is the fact that, when things are going well, you will delight family and friends with continual griping over having the impression of being at work 24/7. You will moan about never having a single day off.
Every once in a while, you do get a day off. Everything is done, proofed, billed and in the hands of your clients. It’s your first day free in six months. So, what do you do? Do you go lounge in the sun? Dally in the garden? Do you take the time to catch up on your accounting (i.e. actually do some for the first time since you filled in last year’s income tax statement)? Do you?
No, you do not. You panic. Two days straight like this and you’ll sink into the certainty that you’re going out of business. On the third day, a client will call with a rush job that requires you to stay up all night. Will you feel relief? No you will not. You will curse them and all their descendants.
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