The Trouble With Working from Home
I love working from home: I honestly wouldn’t change it for all the shoes in the world.
The trouble with working from home, however, is that when your home is also your office, any problems with your house will have an effect on your work. This week has been a case-in-point for us.
If you’ve been reading my Diary posts, you already know about the issues with our hall, and our bathroom (and the dust, and the mess, and the noise…). You also probably know a bit about my ‘neat -freak’- tendencies, which make it really hard for me to concentrate on work when there’s a mess in my house, and this week has been one helluva mess. We’ve been basically living on a building site for the last five days, and, in our case, that means working in one, too. Or trying to, anyway.
Suffice it to say, then, that work has been something of a challenge for me this week, but not nearly as much of a challenge as it’s been for Terry, who’s also had to deal with the insurance company, and with the people doing the repair work on our house. Add in the fact that Terry spends a lot of his day talking to clients on the phone, which was completely impossible with a pneumatic drill going for hours every day (It was literally so loud that we couldn’t hear each other speak when we were standing right next to each other…), and also works to deadlines and… yeah, it’s not been fun, and Terry basically hasn’t been able to work AT ALL.
Of course, when you’re self-employed, not working means not getting paid, and having to let down clients because your floor is being dug up (Luckily Terry hasn’t had to let anyone down, but it’s been hard…) is a surefire way to ruin your professional reputation. So it’s been stressful, to say the least.
For me, as a full-time blogger, it’s a whole lot easier to deal with unexpected disruption than it is for someone like Terry, who also works from home, but who is less able to set his own schedule, given that he has clients to answer to. In my case, I can technically work from anywhere that has an internet connection: I can also schedule content in advance, and although I do set myself certain goals and deadlines, they’re purely self-imposed ones, and let’s face it, I’m probably the only one who’ll notice if I don’t meet them. In other words: I’m really, really lucky, because I honestly don’t know how I’d have coped these past few days if I’d had clients breathing down my neck, or deadlines I really couldn’t miss.
Anyway: at the time of writing, the ground floor of the house is still basically a building site, but we’ve been gradually managing to restore some order to the rest of the place. The workmen will have to come back on Monday, unfortunately, to finish filling in the hole in the floor, but after that, all that remains is for us to clean up the mess, and fix up the hall and bathroom. Which, OK, will take quite a bit of time – realistically, it’s probably going to be weeks before we have the bathroom back in full working order (We figure that as it’s been partially deconstructed anyway, we may as we’ll continue the process and take the opportunity to give it a bit of a makeover) but at this point the absence of a pneumatic drill going for 8 hours of every day will make the rest of the work feel like a picnic.
As I’ve said in the past, I’m not a big fan of bloggers apologizing for not posting enough, because it always seems kind of arrogant to me to assume people will be hanging on my every word, and sobbing into their pillow if there isn’t a new post on a particular day. I’ve no idea how next week will pan out, though (and fashion and beauty are honestly the last things on my mind right now…) so if you are looking for something to read, I’d imagine I’ll be posting mostly in the Diary section (and probably mostly about my house, let’s be honest…), so you might want to check that out. As a reminder, the Diary posts don’t appear on the homepage of the site, but if you’re following on Twitter, Facebook or Bloglovin‘, you’ll still be updated about them as normal.
In conclusion: not the best week ever. But at least next week can’t possibly be worse, can it?
P.S. Don’t be fooled by the clean desk, by the way: I’ve been trying to keep it as uncluttered as possible, otherwise I just can’t sit and work at it, but these photos were taken after Phase 1 of the big cleanup, and totally fail to pick up the fine film of dust that just keeps resettling, no matter how often I remove it!