Here’s a prediction for you… the number of opportunities for contractors will significantly reduce by the end of the decade and will be replaced by a radical new model for managing fluctuations in the demand for staff.
Don’t get me wrong. Clients will still need to use temporary staff to manage the growth, ebb and flow of their organisation’s staffing needs. However, and we’re already seeing it, clients are now making some extra demands that, to be frank, will seem impossible to meet using the old school staff augmentation/body shopping models.
This is really good stuff – we will take all this into account in managing TDC, and in the way we treat our consultants. Fascinating read.
Well, This Is What I Think
I am indebted to Jenie for forwarding me this excellent article on the way our brain works, and how it is coping – or can be encouraged to cope – with the new styles of living we are putting in place. I reproduce it in whole as I think it includes more commonsense than I have read in many years – not to mention a few brilliant clues for office workers and home workers alike – and it especially resonates with me as I now work from home, writing, and blogging. In the Wellthisiswhatithink office (which is usually my bedroom) I am often up at 2 am replying to a comment or bashing out some thought that has occured to me, grumbling wife beside me asking when I will ever sleep. It originally appeared wholeliving.com and kudos to them for a great story.
I warmly recommend reading it –…
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The following article is from Julie Ulbricht at mamamia.com.au. It’s reproduced in full.
Send hope, not flowers by Julie Ulbricht
Last year a girl I went to school with died in childbirth. I was in shock when I heard the news. She went into labour in a hospital in Melbourne, there were extreme complications and she died – leaving her baby to be raised by her devastated partner. Everyone I ran into that knew her was dumbfounded. Who dies in childbirth in Australia?
Stop. Take stock. Move forward.
How long has it been since you stopped and took a couple of deep breaths, pondered your navel, and performed a stock-take on life? Can you still locate your navel? See anything below it?
I know I haven’t done such a stock-take for more than a decade and, I’m sure, probably far longer. If you take a look at my work history (http://au.linkedin.com/in/marktipping) you’ll see I’ve been self-employed, either as a contractor or a business owner, for basically the past 18 years. And that’s been a whole heap of work.
Like many, I’ve ridden the feast vs famine tides. I’ve lived a life that, on reflection, was far more in tactical mode than strategic – get the next contract, find someone to deliver an outcome, keep paying the bills, and try to steal a few days here and there to call a holiday. All the while knowing there was so much more to do and so little spare capacity to deliver it.
Heck, I planned to take six months off in 2001 after my first daughter was born, but my good mate Stocko had me at a seminar on the Gold Coast the day I left work – only to then spend the next six months, not with my new daughter, but working on creating a new business. Then factor in my life’s other noises: an acrimonious relationship with the ex; two pre-teen daughters; and, step-fatherhood. There’s a lot of sh*t going on!
There are times when something, somewhere, triggers some of your deepest emotions. I’ve written before of some of my life changing events. Yesterday, something as simple as a poem, read by my wife, touched me at the deepest level. So please, grab a glass of wine, sit down with the one you love, and read this out loud…