Okay, that's a dumb question. It's probably always been complicated anywhere, any time, any place.
And maybe I'm just waxing nostalgic for a time that never existed. A time in which I wasn't expected to be multitasking all the time. Did that ever exist? I doubt it.
When my kids were little, they certainly made me multitask, and it hasn't got much better with the passage of time. Now instead of crying for me across the house, they phone. And the younger ones have developed a taste for freedom I never had: they expect to be out and about all the time, so I'm frequently hearing: you need to take me here and pick me up there. Chauffeur, that's me. My parents would never have driven me all these places. Were they unusual? I don't know.
And of course, trying to work at home has its own tangle of problems, from dealing with everything around the house, to the inevitable phone calls that I would never have received if I worked away from home in a more familiar business setting.
Then there's the mix of having an office in the home. Personal and business get inextricably tangled. Mountains of paper and books occupy every space creating a chaos I can't seem to escape even by renting a storage room.
And the very presence of a computer, while a labor saver, often means I'm doing more than one thing at a time. Writing, researching, answering e-mail, and IMing friends who don't seem to recognize the "I'm busy" sign.
To top it all, I not only have to be my own boss, but I have to be my own accountant and bookkeeper as well...in addition to writing the books themselves.
Hmmm. Maybe it's my own fault. ;) I don't seem to want to give up anything and place strict limits on when I will do what.
I need a better boss.
Hugs,
Rachel
And maybe I'm just waxing nostalgic for a time that never existed. A time in which I wasn't expected to be multitasking all the time. Did that ever exist? I doubt it.
When my kids were little, they certainly made me multitask, and it hasn't got much better with the passage of time. Now instead of crying for me across the house, they phone. And the younger ones have developed a taste for freedom I never had: they expect to be out and about all the time, so I'm frequently hearing: you need to take me here and pick me up there. Chauffeur, that's me. My parents would never have driven me all these places. Were they unusual? I don't know.
And of course, trying to work at home has its own tangle of problems, from dealing with everything around the house, to the inevitable phone calls that I would never have received if I worked away from home in a more familiar business setting.
Then there's the mix of having an office in the home. Personal and business get inextricably tangled. Mountains of paper and books occupy every space creating a chaos I can't seem to escape even by renting a storage room.
And the very presence of a computer, while a labor saver, often means I'm doing more than one thing at a time. Writing, researching, answering e-mail, and IMing friends who don't seem to recognize the "I'm busy" sign.
To top it all, I not only have to be my own boss, but I have to be my own accountant and bookkeeper as well...in addition to writing the books themselves.
Hmmm. Maybe it's my own fault. ;) I don't seem to want to give up anything and place strict limits on when I will do what.
I need a better boss.
Hugs,
Rachel
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