By Kudakwashe Maradzika // Illustration Irma Groenewald

So you worked hard throughout varsity, worked while everyone slept, worked while everyone played. You graduated at the top of your class, did many internships and drank enough Red Bull and coffee to make a baby whale twitch. You got a job at a promising new company and for a while you were happy and nothing was better than finally getting to relax and not having to be always on the move, not to mention the salary that was the passport and one-way ticket to independence, finally! Then the boredom of routine set it, you did the work, learnt a few things but you were ultimately not challenged by anything, in fact a monkey in a suit could do what you did every day (and probably did in some parts of the world).

You started to feel as though you could do much more and suddenly the 9-5 felt tedious and monotonous, like punching holes in paper for a living. Every, single, day. You decide the solution to the problem would be to ultimately work for yourself and be the master of your own universe with the superpower of do-what-you-want-when-you-want at your fingertips. You have a eureka moment accompanied by a gospel choir and George Michael singing ‘Freedom’ in your mind and walk around smiling at strangers, ecstatic at the promising notion of being your own boss. With a little more research you suddenly realise just how hard working for yourself really is, not to mention the tax administration and a list of endless have-to-dos. Sigh! Welcome to the job wars. ❤ Read the full article

You have a eureka! moment accompanied by a gospel choir and George Michael singing Freedom in your mind