It’s been almost a year already. I’ve left my comfy, yet rolling down the hill, fulltime job and started my own writing company. I can’t describe how good it feels to be my own boss, make my own decisions and decide to not pick up my phone whenever I feel like it. However, I never imagined that the same terror I had escaped from would find it’s way back into my life so quickly: the terror of time.

I should explain this a bit more thoroughly. After all, we can’t know any concept if it isn’t well defined.

You see, at the company I worked for we had this system to register our hours. Isn’t wasn’t really designed to check whether people actually worked their obliged eight hours a day, but more to see how many hours were spent on which client. However, it soon became a burden for almost everyone. How do you keep track of what you do when you spend half a day running through the office instead of behind your computer? How do you register a quarter of an hour correctly if you’ve spent it calling a customer, finishing an e-mail to another client, meanwhile helping out one of your colleagues and writing a note for another one? Yes, those were the days. Glad it’s over, to be honest.

But then I found out that ... MORE...

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