Man

Forty minutes up to Akihabara and the minute I stepped through the ticket barriers my next job arrived in my mailbox. Arse. Quick blip and back on the train. If it wasn't for the fact that I like today's photo (which was incidentally chosen by ShinyDay herself), it would not have been six quid well spent, grumble, grumble...

You'd be surprised how often this stuff happens. Family arrives on holiday, big job comes in; go on first holiday in years, big job comes in and trouble with clients; get married, land the biggest job of my career so far, which of course had the shortest deadline known to man. This comic strip sums up exactly what most of us freelancers suspect is really going on: Freelance Freedom.