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.