After losing a job, I went through my all-time low, which resulted in 1,5 year of being unemployed, during which I had to live from savings and wellfare. Naturally, I try to find new options. One of them is going freelance. To get there, I also have some talks with another freelancer I know, since there is always the option of “hiring each other”. Since the market in which he operates is slow, not that much comes from it.
Finally I get to some actual jobs where I am not hired as a freelancer, but officially employed by contract. It is tough and not always too good for my morale, but in the end, I manage to get a temp job at a corporation which seems to fit a little more to what I am capable of. Yet it takes 40 hours a week, so I do get quite tired from it. It’s the first 40 hour job of my life, so I really need to get used to it.
When summer arrives, I take a week of for holiday during which I go into my hobby of historical reenactment. At the end of that week, the freelance friend contacts me about doing an event in a nearby town. His timing couldn’t have been worse. Although the week has been terrific, I am exhausted from it. I really want my final day to be at home for some rest and for taking care of my chronically fatigued girlfriend. So, thanks, but no, thanks.
A few months later, he tries again. This time, it is for a thursday afternoon, which would require me to leave the temp job early. I contemplate, and decline.
This results and in email in which he berates me, telling me “I need to show up for jobs which don’t fit too well in the agenda”, because otherwise my freelance work will never come to fruition. I politely explain that the choice is very simple for me, since the temp job gives me steady hours and income. Freelancing would not only take that away, but also require me to do all the acquisition and paperwork myself, which I am actually not very good at.
He responds a little more understanding. He hasn’t asked me for anything since, which is fine I guess. What I do not get from his stance is that his advice always came down to: ‘Take every opportunity you get!’ but that he doesn’t seem to understand that this is exactly what I’m doing at the temp job. A temp job which landed me a permanent contract in the end.
Taking every opportunity sounds wise, but sometimes, the choices are not compatable with each other. Or with your own health or comfort. Take your chances, but don’t forget to take care of your own limits. Don’t be a lazy winer, but don’t run yourself into the ground either.