…if you’re an anti-social homebody like me, that is.
and now, THE HORRIBLE
I took the plunge and started doing freelance work in January. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it, had even entertained thoughts of going back to a desk job as a writer, and even went out for interviews(!), but here I am eight months later – a regular job working from home for a Singapore-based company.
AND I DON’T SUCK AT IT!
Seriously. I am the worst slacker I know, but my current job is making me think that I can actually survive working from my house with all of my co-workers in different parts of the country and our primary means of communication being email and instant messaging.
I love my work for the awesome reasons mentioned above, and then some. Work starts at 8am, and that is also the time I wake up. My day usually goes like this:
8am: Wake up, go to home office next to our bedroom in my PJs, start up the laptop.
8:30am: If there are no urgent emails to attend to, change into house clothes (sometimes new, but usually worn from the previous day) and prepare breakfast. Prepare food for the dogs.
9am-2pm: Work, work, work.
2:30pm: Check if there’s anything I can scrounge up for lunch.
3pm: There’s nothing, so I settle for stove-top popcorn and lots of water.
3:30pm-5pm: Work, work work.
5pm-onward: If there are no other deadlines, I quit working at a little past 5pm and send in my reports. Then I just stretch out on the bed and catch a few snoozes. Sometimes I also watch TV. If I’m feeling really energetic, I take the dogs out for a walk. That rarely happens. Then, if there’s nothing else to do, I read my Kindle.
If P is at home, the only difference is I get a home-cooked lunch. Like today – he cooked up bacon and garlic pasta. It was yummy.
Do I miss an office job? Hmm… let me think about that…