It had been a few weeks since Spence turned 50, and nothing, it seemed, was quite the same. The cheerful banter at the newsroom water cooler failed to lift his spirits. The commute to and from work was getting on his nerves-all too often, he found himself extending his middle talon to BMW drivers as they passed the humble Kattmobile like it was standing still. A few weeks earlier, he had even stopped bringing in a bag of bagels for his eWEEK co-workers on Fridays. What was happening? Spence's biological clock was sounding the alarm loud and clear: It was time to move on. It was time to become what everyone in the tech biz, it seemed, eventually became. It was time to become ... a consultant! Spence's boss took the news well enough, noting that with Spence becoming an independent contractor, the company would be saving a bundle on libel insurance.
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