By Alan Graner
It’s storming outside. Torrential rain pounds the pavement, lightening flashes in the distance, streets are flooded, the freeway is deadlocked for hours and you—I calmly saunter down the hallway to your home office, coffee in hand, warm and snug in robe and slippers.
Ah yes, the freelance life.
No cubicle for me, no siree! I take my beach chair down to the ocean and soak up some rays. Or slide into a small table at a Bohemian coffee, knock back an espresso or two and take a short work break to discuss the merits of Existentialism or whether the Cubs really need a second baseman.
Not a morning person? I start work at 6 p.m. and work until 2 or 3 a.m. without worrying about phone calls or interruptions. This is especially great if you have clients in Europe or Asia because you can call them when they start work.
Vacations? I take them whenever I like. And if I still have work to do, I bring my laptop.
Yes, when I tell people I’m a freelancer they turn green with envy. They want this life.
Then I hit them with the zinger. You know, I tell them, freelancing is commission only.
Immediately they begin back peddling, hands outstretched to ward off evil. No no, they say, I’ve got a family to support. I need a steady paycheck and all the benefits.
And suddenly their cubicle doesn’t look so bad.
But I look at it this way. Over my 50-year career I’ve been laid off five times. I learned early on that job security is an illusion; there’s no such thing anymore. I figured I’d rather trust fate to my own talents rather than the fickle needs of someone else.
What’s your opinion?
Alan Graner is Chief Creative Officer at Daly-Swartz Public Relations, an Orange County, CA business public relations and marketing content firm. For content that makes you stand out from the crowd, email Jeffrey Swartz at firstname.lastname@example.org. Or visit www.dsprel.com.