You hate working all day for a mean little guy with a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie

Everyone has good and bad days at work ((apart from me obv.)).

Some people hate their jobs.

Some people hate their bosses.

Some people hate the existence of bosses, of being bossed about at all.

Those people often quite fancy the idea of freelancing.

They call it working for themselves.

But they aren’t working for themselves, they are working for loads of people ((if they’re lucky)).

Which is the opposite of a good thing for people who hate being bossed.

Obviously it’s not exactly the same.

These bosses aren’t constrained by employment law, the norms of an organisational culture or the mores of appropriate conduct in society. They are unconstrained by knowledge of or concern for the other demands on your time.

They can make completely unreasonable demands.

They can be rude.

They can be arbitrary and mercurial ((capricious even)).

But then freelancers aren’t constrained by these things either.

You don’t have to work for them.

You too can be rude ((though this doesn’t necessarily increase your chances of return business)).

You don’t have to tell them where you are. If you want to walk the dog, just go walk the dog. Work from Starbucks. Work from the train. Go on holiday ((I still struggle with the idea of “booking time off”)).

But you will have to do what some people ask. And to a large extent your success will be measured by your ability to do what your bosses want. Just like in a job ((only with more dogs)).

Spiritual guidance

A few years ago I discovered Buddhism.

Every week I would pop off on my bike for an evening of meditation and spiritual discussion.

I felt my values changing.

I began to think that my life and career priorities were wrong.

I decided to trust to fate and launch myself upon the world as a freelance consultant.

I excitedly explained to my Buddhist teacher.

“I’m stepping off the career ladder. All this contemplation of ethics, mindfulness and spiritual practice. It’s really changed the way I look at the world.”

He looked at me sadly.


he said

“it’s just your age”