All In The Perspective
Today I almost rented an office.
I know, I know.
How on earth could I ever consider giving up working at home? Well, I did say, "almost".
But there are days when an office looks pretty darn good.
Because I work from my home, there are distractions and demands placed on me that just didn't exist when I worked outside of the home.
Take today, for example.
I was trying to work on a programming project that required my concentration.
Of course, the kids are home from school for the summer and it seemed like every 5 minutes one of them needed me for one reason or another.
"Can I have another snack?" "Watch me, Mommy!" "But I'm DYING of thirst!" You know what I mean.
I began to wonder how it would be for my husband to have to deal with these types of demands while trying to do his job.
So, I started fantasizing about his workday: He works for the local phone company and drives one of those big trucks with the bucket that lifts him up to the tops of the telephone poles.
I envisioned him up there in his bucket, needing to concentrate on which wire goes where- with the kids up in there with him.
"What's that, Daddy?" "Can I have a snack?" "I have to go to the bathroom.
" So then, I thought about when I used to work in an office.
I imagined being at my desk, interviewing someone, when in walks my daughter, "Mommy, will you play a game with me?" A stage whisper conversation ensues: "Honey, I can't play right now.
I'm in the middle of an interview.
" "But you said you'd play a game with me, and that was like 50 HOURS AGO" "I'll play a game with you, but you need to wait patiently until I finish.
" "You NEVER want to play a game with me!" At this point, I'm smiling at my interviewee through gritted teeth while I give my daughter THE LOOK.
What if I was a doctor? A surgeon? "DON'T TOUCH THAT!" "Mommy, would something bad happen if I accidentally dropped my gum in there?" Suddenly, my reverie is broken my 5-year-old loudly complaining, "Mommy, Lauren burped and she won't say 'excuse me'!" Ah well, I'll just have to do that programming project some other time.
I guess the things that are most rewarding about working at home can at times be the most annoying.
It's all in the perspective.
I know, I know.
How on earth could I ever consider giving up working at home? Well, I did say, "almost".
But there are days when an office looks pretty darn good.
Because I work from my home, there are distractions and demands placed on me that just didn't exist when I worked outside of the home.
Take today, for example.
I was trying to work on a programming project that required my concentration.
Of course, the kids are home from school for the summer and it seemed like every 5 minutes one of them needed me for one reason or another.
"Can I have another snack?" "Watch me, Mommy!" "But I'm DYING of thirst!" You know what I mean.
I began to wonder how it would be for my husband to have to deal with these types of demands while trying to do his job.
So, I started fantasizing about his workday: He works for the local phone company and drives one of those big trucks with the bucket that lifts him up to the tops of the telephone poles.
I envisioned him up there in his bucket, needing to concentrate on which wire goes where- with the kids up in there with him.
"What's that, Daddy?" "Can I have a snack?" "I have to go to the bathroom.
" So then, I thought about when I used to work in an office.
I imagined being at my desk, interviewing someone, when in walks my daughter, "Mommy, will you play a game with me?" A stage whisper conversation ensues: "Honey, I can't play right now.
I'm in the middle of an interview.
" "But you said you'd play a game with me, and that was like 50 HOURS AGO" "I'll play a game with you, but you need to wait patiently until I finish.
" "You NEVER want to play a game with me!" At this point, I'm smiling at my interviewee through gritted teeth while I give my daughter THE LOOK.
What if I was a doctor? A surgeon? "DON'T TOUCH THAT!" "Mommy, would something bad happen if I accidentally dropped my gum in there?" Suddenly, my reverie is broken my 5-year-old loudly complaining, "Mommy, Lauren burped and she won't say 'excuse me'!" Ah well, I'll just have to do that programming project some other time.
I guess the things that are most rewarding about working at home can at times be the most annoying.
It's all in the perspective.
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