The frustrations of working life were meant to recede into the distant past when I went freelance.  OK, there's less money, but then mostly I do bugger all, and that's the whole point.  But I hadn't banked on ambition striking.  This was supposed to be about giving ambition the push....

This is what happened to change my mood from one of sunny optimism to snarling anxiety.  In my life as an employee in a big firm I had big clients.  I was content to move on to little clients when I told the bosses where to shove their wage slavery.  But a few weeks ago I had a call from a big company.  A very big, smart, flash W1 corporate HQ kinda firm.  They wanted to meet me, to see how we might work together.

Note the salient point here.  I wasn't chasing their business.  They called me.  So I went along, and everyone gave great meeting.  The trouble is, I'm still waiting.  It's not like they won't take my calls.  They've been quite good about keeping me in the loop, calling me rather than the other way around.  But still there's a problem.  Am I going to get the work or not?

And there's the other problem.  I want this work, because it would be a massive two fingers salute to my old bosses.  Work rage has not been banished, despite my attempts at downsizing.