So there I was again, after work, in the pub, chilling out with the lads and ladettes and wondering into my third pint about ditching the AutoCAD foot-soldier role and going freelance (I'd probably describe it to my aunt as setting up my own practice).
We all go through this from time to time, especially when the third partner has just repeated the same cock-up he made on the previous job.
But Juanita, sitting there nursing her amber nectar, made me think again.
She's been off on maternity leave for some years and is doing the odd bit of freelance work here and there.
She had worked for a medium-sized practice and didn't go back.
But last week she gets this voicemail from her former boss.
He is demanding to know whether, on a job she ran eight years ago, she had observed the provisions of regulation 45B.21, or whatever, with respect to some trivial electrical or gas installation.
Apparently, the surveyor of the bloke who has just bought the building has winkled out a potential non-compliance.
Oo-er! So what her former boss is screaming for, as if it were all her fault, is an immediate written report to be sent to the new owner on how compliance can be achieved.
After all this time she has not got the faintest, but she can't really tell her former boss to get lost because, as he pointed out to her, he gives her the odd crumb of freelance work. Fool!
Is that what everyone turns into when they go it alone and get big?