Why Working from Home Works for Me
My mother doesn't think I have a real job. Because I never leave the house.
I get that a lot. When people ask me what I do and I tell them that I write freelance, they get excited thinking that I write romance novels and the like. I don't. I write SEO web content. Like any other job, it can get downright boring sometimes. This seems to dishearten people who then sit back and say, "So you just… sit at home and, like, type stuff all day?" Then comes the barrage of questions:
Who pays you? (My clients. Hopefully.)
Where does the work come from? (I have to find it myself.)
What kind of benefits do you have? (Define 'benefits'.)
Some people are troubled by my answers, I can tell.
The reason working from home really works for me is because, by nature, I am a person who likes to work. If I were a breed of horse, I would be a Clydesdale. Even if I'm not 'working', then I'm working around the house, fixing this and organizing that. When I get up in the morning, my mind is filled with things to get done. I expect to work.
In the past, this has bitten me in the butt. Especially in the workplace. Largely because it never fails that I end up carrying the workload of the people around me- who are more than happy to let me do so. And then I burn out. Working from home, I know I will always do good work, the load will only be mine and there is no more frustration of watching the same people, inclined to do so little, all get the same paycheck at the end of every week. Plus, the solitude of working alone keeps me out of the office politics; something I was never very good at anyway.Continued on the next page