About six months ago I started working from home. It wasn’t my choice. The business was not doing well, the owners that used to work under the same roof decided to split, and I was left with an option to work from home or quit.
So here I am. I have a job that I don’t particularly like and I have to work from home.
I understand that I do not have to drive to work, that I can start working in my pajamas or sweats, that nobody looks over my shoulder, that I have way more time for some other stuff, but that doesn’t make me happy. I can’t imagine myself walking around in my pajamas the whole day, I have one pair of yoga pants (because at some point I thought I will go and join a gym) so I need to get dressed up before I start working. I am skipping make up, but I have to get into my jeans and t-shirt, otherwise I cannot start thinking about the work stuff.
Nobody knows, and you are not supposed to tell anybody, but I am done with everything in 2 hours. However, I need to be by my phone and PC till 5 p.m. I used to freelance back in my country all the time, but I used to work on the projects with deadlines so I knew how to manage my time. I loved it, it was the best – I worked whenever I felt like. Now, by 11 a.m. I am making myself a second cup of coffee and start thinking about what I am going to do. I’ve run out of the places to clean. I’ve started to renovate the guest bathroom. I’ve read books that I have been putting off for years. In the morning I read the paper from the first word to the last. My poor eyes cannot take any more reading! I have been cooking a storm as well, but I cook too much and then end up eating the same food for three days. So I’ve stopped that, we eat something that can be made in 20 minutes or we eat out.
The best part of my day is to take the dogs for a walk. I feel like I am such a useless person. It drives me nuts. I am pretty sure I’m turning into one of those people who feel sorry about themselves all the time.
You guys know everything about everything. Please share your wisdom.