|Anybody think I'm great?... Anybody at all?...|
Dark muttering: So how come I haven’t won employee of the month? Been given a round of applause, a certificate, a mug or anything?
Note to self: Stop hankering for external validation. Ain't ever gonna happen.
Smug moment: So stress levels are down, inner contentment levels are up my aura has never been so glowy - everyone says so.
Dark muttering: When you have a bad day they can be astoundingly bad, and the temptation to cry is immense - after all no one is watching. Usually it's just a matter of keeping the faith,but it's easier said than done.
Note to self: Just read the contract you stupid, stupid girl.
Smug moment: I'm getting to do more stuff with more people, getting back to a more integrated approach.
Dark muttering: Peer collaboration is all very well, but where’s a lovely, enthusiastic junior when you need one? Media monitoring - at my age.
Note to self: Get over yourself, it’s the same day rate.
Smug moment: Blog's doing good.
Dark muttering: I'm a bit behind on sorting out my own brand. What brand you say? Quite. I abandon it as soon as client work comes in. Worse still, I keep changing my mind. I have so much more empathy now with past employers that could never ‘get their act together’, turns out neither can I.
Note to self: Use your project management skills, dummy.
Smug moment: I've enjoyed getting back to my roots, direction, content and outreach. I still get a huge high when I see client content getting picked up.
Dark muttering: Why did I think setting up on my own would get me away from the spreadsheets?
Note to self: There’s software out there to do this stuff, decide where your time is best spent, and spend it there.
Smug moment: So as a reward for going freelance, I got a rescue puppy. He’s a black lab, crossed with something, maybe a kangaroo. But our daily walks give me head space and I've dropped a dress size!
Dark muttering: I somewhat underestimated how wildly distracting would be the dogaroo's ebullient puppy-hood and protracted adolescence - there were days... I'm telling ya...
Note to self: Don't be tempted to spread yourself too thin. Even by a puppy.
Smug moment: I've rejected any pretense at standard working hours, standard dress, standard working practices - and it all works well for me.
Dark muttering: Ask any of my former bosses, I was always borderline employable. Are there rescue shelters for feral freelancers, offering warm and loving forever contracts, doing the filing in the basement for some kindly brand?
Note to self: Better stick with the programme kid and as Fat Boy Slim might say: