My favourite is the countdown to the last few days before your contract ends, and you've still heard nothing from agent/client. Maybe the renewal paperwork is stuck waiting for a signature. Perhaps they haven't realised your contract is almost up. Or maybe they've decided to bin you but the person responsible hasn't got round to speaking to you.
I love that exhilaration; that uncertainty. It's the contracting equivalent of jumping out of a plane, or preparing to escape from Stalag Luft III in 1944 - and all experienced while sitting behind a desk.
Perhaps it stirs the caveman in me. Suddenly I'm faced with the prospect of leaving my comfort zone to forage; to compete with others who are also battling to provide for their tribe, with that heady mix of adrenalin plus the thrill of impending unplanned time off coursing through my veins.
It reminds me a bit of paying a visit to the supermarket in the 1970s when the bakers were on strike.
I love that exhilaration; that uncertainty. It's the contracting equivalent of jumping out of a plane, or preparing to escape from Stalag Luft III in 1944 - and all experienced while sitting behind a desk.
Perhaps it stirs the caveman in me. Suddenly I'm faced with the prospect of leaving my comfort zone to forage; to compete with others who are also battling to provide for their tribe, with that heady mix of adrenalin plus the thrill of impending unplanned time off coursing through my veins.
It reminds me a bit of paying a visit to the supermarket in the 1970s when the bakers were on strike.
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