Missing My Old Job
I dreamt about this moment — not having to go to an office everyday — for such a long time. Years, literally. Being able to wake up, turn on the laptop, crank out articles, blogs, book proposals, you name it. To finally call myself a full-time writer without the distraction of a day would be pure bliss.
What I didn’t realize, however, was working from home has its disadvantages, too, even as I’m branding my media stance and consulting on juicy projects.
Sure, I have tremendous flexibility and no office politics. I can work out in the afternoon. I figure out when I’m most productive and schedule conference calls during those times. Since I have no routine hours of the day kind of blur.
I miss the commute. It was my daily exercise and a ritual to officially begin and end the day. My daily three-mile walk helped me feel immersed and part of the work force as I pranced up and down Park Avenue. All gone.
I miss my co-workers, too. Conversations on Monday mornings with co-workers about their weekend or exchanging funny stories during the week or having buddies to grab some lunch with? Poof, non-existent. So, I’ve had to make arrangements like ensuring I walk and work out during the day and most of all, interact with people.
E-mails and phone calls only count halfway so I’ve been making a concerted effort to be with people at least once a day. I need consistency, too as I’m exploring various groups, both social and professional, which meet on a weekly basis.
As I planned a Recruiters Row Reunion last week I realized how much my co-workers were literally part of my life and how weird it is to only see them now every few months. If you haven’t hugged a co-worker friend today or told them how much you appreciate them, please tell ’em Vivacious Vicki said it’s ok to show some office lovin’!