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COLUMN<br />
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John Helmer<br />
Reaching out<br />
Accidentally, I got a job.<br />
For those of you new to this column – or just a<br />
bit slow on the uptake – I am one of nature’s freelancers.<br />
It’s how I roll. Misanthropic, distractible<br />
and selfish to a fault, I call no man my master and<br />
like to work peculiar hours. I fret in harness.<br />
And then my favourite client unexpectedly fell<br />
pregnant (unexpectedly so far as I was concerned<br />
at least), and somehow I was enticed into covering<br />
her maternity leave.<br />
So it’s goodbye to those cherished home office<br />
rituals of nose-picking, freecell-bingeing, can’tbe-arsed-this-morning-think-I’ll-go-for-a-bikeride<br />
and screaming obscenities at Fi Glover on<br />
the radio.<br />
Suddenly, I am a number, not a free man; up to<br />
my eyes in logins, privacy policies and surprise<br />
Skype meetings with mystery agendas where<br />
an unshaven person from a random time<br />
zone joins me in attempting to guess<br />
what it is we’re supposed to be talking<br />
about. I sign two or three birthday<br />
cards a day for people I’ve never heard<br />
of. When I trip across the road to<br />
the coffee shop at 11am, I wear the<br />
Lanyard of Shame.<br />
“They make me start every morning<br />
at nine o’clock,” I complain to<br />
friends.<br />
“Yes but you go home at two-thirty,”<br />
they scoff.<br />
“But I have to sit in an office. With<br />
other people.”<br />
“Did you talk to anybody today?” says<br />
my wife, who tends to caricature<br />
somewhat, I feel, my naturally diffident mien.<br />
“Of course I did. I’m a communications expert<br />
for fuck’s sake: that’s what it says on my LinkedIn,<br />
anyway… I spoke to someone in Stockholm, I<br />
spoke to someone in Luton…”<br />
“Luton.”<br />
“It’s a global organization, Kate. I not only spoke<br />
to them – I reached out to them. That’s what we<br />
do in business nowadays: we reach out.”<br />
So overwhelming has been this sudden immersion<br />
in the world of salaried employees that this<br />
month’s <strong>Viva</strong> deadline crept up on me a bit. Desperate<br />
for inspiration, I reached out to Facebook.<br />
“Does anybody have a good idea for a humorous<br />
520wd column in a <strong>Brighton</strong> lifestyle magazine?<br />
Written POV a man in later years who is finding<br />
that life on the whole has not lived up to expectations.<br />
With hilarious results. Deadline Thursday,<br />
don’t sit on your hands.”<br />
This is Facebook to me...<br />
—Man in later years digging his garden uncovers<br />
a box of WWII grenades and uses them to throw<br />
at people in his office.<br />
—Man in later years goes to prison for throwing<br />
grenades at people in his office and discovers he is<br />
not too old to be used like a bitch.<br />
—Man in later years plus spouse get fitbits. She is<br />
fit he is shit. Hilarity ensues.<br />
Me to Facebook: Thanks all, you proper got<br />
me out of a hole there (like fuck). Don’t expect<br />
attribution.<br />
—If none of us gets credit we’re coming round<br />
your house en masse to give you a Chinese burn.<br />
—And a dead leg…<br />
After that it got ugly.<br />
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