Traviata from a hard week of work, I decided to draw the sacred tablets of the freelance sorry. Or you still looking for jobs, do not be fooled by the sweet honey of the profession and slothful, and yearn with force on a chair and a desk Ikea to rest your butt in perpetuity. Repair your ears from the mellifluous song of the siren of independence, it will turn in a piercing scream, sooner or later ...
... do not believe me? Look here:
1) The freelance thinks to be master of himself, and to work with its time and its rhythms. Result: works from Monday to Friday, Easter, Christmas, Saturdays and Sundays;
2) When the freelance basks in the sun of August on the beach, surrounded by a thousand other people, can not help but think livid anger at that moment, someone is paying the thousand people who innocently sguazzettano in the crystal, while he is losing precious working days ... feeling like a slacker, and the super-smashing work that will shoot in September to amortize month-nothing;
3) When the evenings of winter, the freelance warns worrying shivers down my back, a nagging sore throat and intestinal dangerous landslides, can not afford to think, "Tomorrow I call for a sick day," but imbottirà of antipyretics and analgesics, saying: "Shit, I have to go to work tomorrow with the flu!"
4) The freelance work for everyone, but everyone thinks that only works for them. This implies that all ask you to deliver the work on the same day.
5) The freelancers can not afford to be nasty and ill-treated his colleagues did not ... the freelance colleagues, but only customers and customers - you know - is always right.
6) The freelance fees are not removed upstream, no, must pay for it alone ... and I assure you, for those like me who do not have hair on my stomach to jump the fence to the fertile pastures of small evaders , is a double turning of chestnuts!
7) When the freelancer has a week off from work to devote himself to just relax and tends to be pampered by these reassuring thoughts: "Damn, I did not call anyone, I'll end on the pavement!" "Oh God, I have to pay VAT, I need work!"
short, young shoots of the labor market, when you meet those young people climbing on their macchinucce are polished, which fill the sheets of stamps fuel bill and ask for the cap in the morning, do not be intimidated: squared shoulders, stick out your chest and proudly sventagliategli under your nose dignitossisimo Co. Co. Pro
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