Walking through the still-darkened halls of my office, it occured to me that being a contractor is a lot like being a spy:
I wasn’t hired, I was “recruited.” I don’t work a job, I work an “assignment.” I’m tasked with fitting into the target organization as best I can. I pledge my loyalty to my onsite manager, though I really work for someone else. At the end of the week, I leave my timesheet at a dead drop and get paid through the mail. And occasionally my handler appears seemingly out of nowhere to check up on me.