When I grow up I want to be a futurist. That is the coolest job, ever.
However, according to one such futurist, Glen Hiemstra (via this Fast Company webcast) and channeling Peter Drucker, such a job will not be available to me, it will be one stint* among many.
No more jobs.
Instead, a stint here, a stint there. Stints everywhere!
But hold on! Stint as verb means: “Supply an ungenerous or inadequate amount of (something).” Hmmm. I smell something fishy in the world of work, and it isn’t stint frisch…
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