Working as contractor has its advantages. It’s a little like being a mercenary, because you work for the highest bidder, and your loyalty is to yourself and the mighty dollar.
As opposed to an institution, an ideology, or even a succession path.
But wait up, now that I think of it, most people’s loyalty is to themselves and the money. So much for that line of thinking then. Regardless, contracting still has its ups. You work when you want, and take time off when you want. As I am doing later this week.
Of course you can’t bill for the down-time, but that’s a mere fly in the ointment, especially for a slacker such as myself.
Sure there are downsides. A few really, but, in my opinion, the grandest pother of them all, without a doubt, would have to be tolerating other people’s taste in radio music.
Music which generally tends to be commercial stuff, usually played in a high rotation format.
While I’d prefer something more along the lines of Triple J, or FBi, this is one subject “contractors” usually cannot express an opinion on. Such is the case currently.
So you like the music or you lump it. Maybe because today was Monday is what made it all the more difficult, but the sappy cheesy commercial junk radio station (whatever it was) my colleagues were tuned into today, decided to feature, what seemed to be, a 70’s revival.
Some music director must have decided that the repeated 80’s revivals that we must suffer, was an idea worth taking back another decade. So I sat there listening to the old rock dinosaurs, the Rolling Stones, Eagles, ELO, and just to add insult to injury, John Cougar Mellencamp.
“Hurt so good”, yeah right. Oh the joy. I suppose it was good to hear Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here”, and “Another brick in the wall - part three” again though.
But I was thinking, here we are, it’s 2006, isn’t it time for a 90’s revival already? Now there was a decade with some decent music. Massive Attack, Deep Dish, Nirvana, Prodigy, Portishead, and Jeff Buckley. To name but a few.
Any music directors from any sappy cheesy commercial junk radio stations care to take that suggestion on board? Or can’t you hear me over that Boy George single?
