Thursday, 29 September 2011

The fallible freelancer - a cautionary tale

Everyone who’s their own boss bemoans the roller coaster ride of being solo. Secretly I have always thought this could be avoided if one was just a little bit more organised and realistic. I believe I have even posted helpful advice on the subject. It feels like September has gone out of its way to prove I knew nothing. Nada. Zip...


No seriously, how was your day?
Week 1: 
Spend week in US to kick off big project, been looking forward to this since May. I've kept things ticking over in the summer but made sure the decks were completely clear for this big kick off. I’m sensible like that.

Week 2:
Return all geared up, spend a week organizing myself and putting systems and processes into place. File every last mail both 'in' and 'sen't so I can access everything easily once project is live.

Week 3:
Monday: News from the US. Project cancelled for internal reasons, no notice, no warning. Spend day feeling a bit numb… I have no work. I check contract, there is provision for cancellation at this level. Christmas is cancelled.

Rest of week: Tempted to spend rest of week navel gazing. But navel gazing doesn't pay the bills, so tell myself to buck up and see this as an opportunity to work with new people doing new things. Spend rest of week reaching out to industry contacts and worthy causes to see if I can earn my keep or at least be useful. Submit super competitive quotes, agree some freebies. Garner enough interest to keep myself busy for the next month or so.

Week 4:
Monday: News from the US. There’s been a rethink, Project resurrected! Tra la la Christmas is back on. But now diary looks a bit messy what with the other commitments I've taken on and what if those not so super competitive quotes come through now? Tempted to go for a long walk, it’s all been a bit emotional. But realise I’m now effectively a week behind schedule, so better just get my head down and stay focused.

Tuesday: Beloved laptop crashes, no notice, no warning. I take it to local repair shop, “All the docs are backed up,” I say with a touch of swagger, I am after all a sensible freelancer. “I just need you to restore mail.” How hard can that be? My IT team at the agency could fix things like this in ten minutes. “I’ll wait.” I say, casually flicking open a copy of PR Week that I've had the foresight to bring with me.

The repair man slowly and carefully explains that Outlook does not live in the ether like Gmail or Hotmail it lives on the computer and my particular computer is not connected to a company server anymore and not configured to back up its mail. 

I was aghast! 
He went on to explain the raw data from the mail service provider will come through on to a new PC, not this one, it’s truly dead, but my profile is gone and with it, sent mails, appointments and contacts...
I gather up my traitorous laptop, my tattered dignity and slink out of the shop. 

Wednesday: OK, still no need to panic I’m a sensible freelancer and I have gadget insurance bought especially for such an eventuality. Nice gadget insurance man says of course they can and will help me. They’ll post me a claim form, I must post it back, once they have that they will arrange collection of my laptop and try to repair it, if they conclude it cannot be repaired then they will go about sourcing a replacement to the value of a whopping £300. 
Wow and in that time I could make myself a chocolate tea pot too, I'm sure that will be equally bloody helpful.

Thursday: Don’t have time to source an on line bargain, go to high street and pay lots and lots for a new laptop, whose price doubles by the time I've bought all the stuff I need to make it ‘go’. I can pick it up tomorrow.

Friday: Pick up sexy new laptop, and fire up Outlook there in one very bulging ‘in box’ are all the emails I have ever received since going solo. But I have been severely humbled and for this unwieldy mercy I am truly grateful. Spend my birthday weekend working through ‘inbox ’reclaiming contacts and filing so I can have a clean start for Monday. Don’t sleep so good, as now two weeks behind on several projects. ( Er yes the stupid priced job did come in.)


WEEK 5:
Monday: Printer breaks. Is it my aura?

Tuesday: New mail - Would I like to head up a big new and exciting project, already a month behind, very labour intensive with very tight deadlines oh and it’s really rather lucrative? Hell YES!

This morning: Smart phone implodes. I fear I may be heading same way.

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