The truth is that part of what I love about freelancing is that it removes me from the day-to-day office politics inherent in most cube-farm situations. I’ve played that game, and I’m not terrible at it, but I do hate it. My inclination to be straightforward did not serve me particularly well when I was a young corporate drone; for whatever reason, there are situations where certain “important” people are allowed to get away with acting like Veruca Salt even in the most professional of settings, and those around the offender are expected to “play nice” at any cost.
I hate games like that. I’m much better suited to freelancing; I get to pick and choose my projects, and most of the time it’s just me and a client, without the need to collaborate with others. When I do find myself on a group project, most of the time I get to pick (or at the very least, review) the roster of the people with whom I’ll be working, and if for any reason it’s a difficult situation, chances are it’s a time-limited deal. If it isn’t, I can always choose to extricate myself without being jobless, because I’ve always got multiple jobs going at once.
Now. While it’s true that I’ve dealt with difficult clients before, and so far my most troublesome clients have all been male (not passing judgment on why that is, by the way, just stating my experience), recently I found myself in a collaborative situation where another woman in the group brought me right back to the 6th grade locker room.
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