posted on May, 3 2009 @ 04:31 AM
Well, after working at home in a rather small city condo for about 11 years now, I sometimes feel quarantuned on a daily basis. One thing I've
learned about the work-at-home life is that if you don't watch out, it can feel less like you are working at home and more like you are living in an
People sometimes tell me they are jealous of my lifestyle...they don't see me working 14 hours a day and drinking six coffees in a row to keep my
eyelids propped open at 3 AM after 2 days without sleep right before a deadline. If you don't manage your time with surgical precision , a quick
"well, I guess I'll just surf on over to ATS for a sec" can turn into "woah...where did that afternoon go?" (admit it: we've all been there.)
I know in people's imagination "working at home" fantasies are filled with visions of days in fluffy bathrobes and afternoon naps on the comfy
sofa, with maybe pleasant images of tapping away at a laptop on the beach or whatever. People who entertain such pleasant daydreams somehow always
seem to forget that pesky "actually having to work" part. And in my case, my wife is also stay-at-home, so sometimes we start feeling more like
prison cellmates rather than a married couple.
Be that as it may, I ain't complaining....I've still got steady work which is more than a lot of better men than me can say these days. For that I
am very, very thankful.
On a side note, I remember reading that during the SARS outbreak, the Singapore govt. quarantined everyone with the disease but actually INSTALLED
CAMERAS IN THEIR HOMES and monitored them. Reading that gave me the chills. Singapore has that whole "squeaky-clean friendly orwellian" thing going
on, of course, and are known for extremes (jailtime for chewing gum on the sidewalk, anyone?). I used to think such things could never happen in the
West. These days though, it almost wouldn't suprise me, which in itself is rather disturbing.