Hello, my name is Jill and I'm a work-at-home-aholic.
All my life, I've worked in offices or restaurants or other places far from home. Now, for first time, I am telecommuting. Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it. Here is my diary:
Week one: Bliss. Peace. Self-contained, self-sufficient. I have all I need right here in my home. I never again have to run for 6:30 a.m. bus. I never have to return to cube farm. This is day I've been dreaming of. Did I mention quiet? No interruptions. The cat is beside me and only sounds in room are purring and keyboard tapping. Sigh.
Week two: What is happening? Why won't anybody help me? Am I invisible? My PC crashes every hour. The techno- wizards back at office keep ignoring my panic-stricken e-mails. I've scoured web for an answer. I've gone on message boards and picked brains of complete strangers. And still crashing continues. The cat cannot help. The mailman cannot help. The noisy guy in apartment upstairs cannot help. I am ALL alone.
Week three: Today, for first time, I fell victim to work-at-home sloth. Wrote all day in my bra and fat-day sweat pants. Didn't wash my hair. Brushed teeth at 5 pm. Who cares? I'm self-contained. Self-sufficient. Nearly invisible.