What’s the most profound thing I’ve learned from working from home, I will pretend that you have asked. The answer is this. Its bloody lonely!
I’ve never been the most social of people, quite happy in my own company and never, ever endured boneheads simply to avoid being alone. That was back when solitude was a choice. These days though, I’d welcome interludes (short ones) of talking pants with boneheads of any planetary specie, as my brain needs a break from its incessant, internalised waffle.
For the last year, I have been a P/T Blogger, P/T Charity Fundraiser, P/T PR exec & P/T Student; which basically means that I have been F/T mentally fecked! Although I am living my dream right now, I never considered during my previous 10 years of daydreaming and scheming in order to get this life, that whilst I’m working from home, everyone else is out, either at work or at school. My cat Jackson is still missing after so many heartbreaking months and my other cat Sandy has moved in with my fella, since his house is posh enough to have a catflap, a luxury not allowed in my rented abode & she sulks if I bring her home. Therefore, its just me debating strategies with my four walls.
Doing charity and PR work does mean that I regularly get to put on my ‘this is my work face – talk to it’ persona & I enjoy the banter, but as I am still in work mode, I’m still on my own; kind of lonely in a crowd scenario.
|Me & Charity Mascot|
I know, I know, this is not acceptable social etiquette. Only sad, socially inept people admit to being lonely right? Well, here I am, suffering from neither Sad-syndrome or inept-itude; just perhaps a tad too much honesty.
I wish I was one of those women that could work productively from home, wearing PJ’s all day, meet all deadlines and still have a tidy home and ediblely flavoured dinner on the table ready for the quality family time each evening. I am the most spectacular failure on all points!
Nope, first thing in the morning, I MUST put on work clothes, slap on work warpaint and attempt salon-swooshy looking hair. Without this armour, I simply cannot switch on my work brain and will instead, spend the day doing ‘essential’ jobs, aka work avoidance projects. Work brain says “I have a deadline” Result – clean shower-head and shiny taps.
|Kitchen / Office = Fail|
I don’t have an office as such, transformation of conservatory and a bedroom work desk have both failed to glue my butt to the office-style swivel chair. Instead, I have adopted Costa Coffee as my office. It has people who don’t interrupt, tea which I don’t have to make myself, WiFi which I don’t have to pay for and electric sockets which I don’t think they know that I am plugging my laptop and phone into.
Every morning like clockwork, I dump my mahoosive workbag at my favourite, four-seater table (next to concealed plug socket), order tea & toast and work solidly for exactly 2hrs and 50mins, then dash out to my car before the parking fine kicks in at 3hrs 1min.
|Costa on a Failed Swooshy-Hair Day|
It has occurred to me though, the money I spend everyday at Costa could probably be better utilised paying for a jelli (weird name for a rented desk in a shared office space with other lone(ly) workers). This is definitely worth looking into until I discover if this annoying need for other human’s company is just a phase.
Or, I could go with my Son’s eager suggestion. A Pug. I could waffle to a doggie all day, take him out with me to events as my plus one and he could be like my best friend; except in this case, when my best friend drops a shit-bomb, in this case it will be literal. I’m not allowed pets in my house according to my contract though, I’d need to train Pugly to sit statue-like and pretend that he is a doorstop whenever the landlord visits.
|Alone – Oh Woe IS Me|
I love the flexibility of working from home, of organising (hahaha) my own schedule so that I can almost always be there for my kid’s shows, school visits etc and not panic if they are too poorly for school. These bouts of loneliness are worth it for the precious short years before my kids are too embarrassed by my presence at the school fayres and open days.
I’m determined that I will get better at being alone soon, otherwise my ambition to be a F/T writer, working from my home office in my splendid big country house in the middle of nowhere will prove to be an uber’ bloody stupid one!!
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