“You should write a Top 10 for your blog of your time here, and when you do, make sure to include me in it.” Thanks for the idea, [dude], and now that I completed this contract, had some time to unwind, here on Monday morning, let’s chat about my Top 10 experiences with this most recent contract gig:
With eight more business days planned for the remainder of this contract, tidying up the workload is probably the big priority. Wrapping up most if not all of the fourteen tasks in my queue, the side assignments I’ve been given, and in general closing the books on one chapter to start another anew in a few weeks. Here’s how I’ve done it for other contracts:
Among the compliments I receive for helping people out, “rockstar” tends to be the one that appears the most often. Up until recently, I’d been insecure about myself fully. It’s not that I do anything inappropriate off the clock. It’s just that I’d thought rockstars and professionals were two different worlds. They’re not. I was just trying to maintain a perfect professional image. Now?
There’s never a good time to put in your notice to leave, even as a temporary contractor hired in to do a specific project, but you should always operate with integrity when it’s your time to go. It’s the least they can do as well, because being laid off is not a fun thing for your identity. Let’s chat about this idea at length.
Some of my current plans are too ambitious for me to want to write about right now. I didn’t write or implement last week’s plans. Actually, I’ll rename them from projections now, so now the numbers are aligned… I thought they were two numbers off, but maybe not. Maybe I’ll write about these current circumstances after the dust settles. For now, I’ll just cover the facts.
While we tend to work while being sick, and push through to complete projects, it’s like the first thirty seconds after you’ve pushed yourself past an exercise goal. I’ll use a rowing machine as an example. After rowing for x amount of time, you get tired, and when the goal is y amount of time, after crossing that threshold it’s like a moment of clarity. You just gave all that you thought you could. There is a minor deception within that feeling, however.
Last month, I thought about writing on a daily basis. That’s mostly worked well. I’d say for every day I carved out even just a half hour to write a quick 500 words to process either an event or a concept of the day exponentially excelled me closer to my goals. There are 100 other things I’d rather do, 25 of which are more important than the rest, and thousands I could do instead. Why write?