Telecommuting: The Good ,The Bad and the Painfully Unaware

Although writing is my passion, I do have a “day” job. And for the foreseeable future, I plan on keeping said job, until I make it big in the publishing world. I have, however, been very blessed with a flexible schedule and the ability to telecommute several days a week. Man, I love technology!

To facilitate my telecommuting, I have a fully functioning home office, equipped with a fax machine, printer, scanner, and WiFi network. And of course, I have my trusty laptop. Yes, my office, at home, provides me with everything I need to excel at my job. But truth be told, I can often be found sitting at the kitchen table, perched on the sofa, or worst, propped up in the bed, while performing my daily tasks. I think I should pause and reiterate that I realize that I am extremely blessed. Trust me, I do not take my great fortune for granted. Just ask my supervisor or my clients, my work and the quality of the products I support have not suffered one bit.

There is a downside, though, to my seemingly idyllic working scenario. From the outside looking in, it may appear as if I simply play on the computer all day. What’s more, I am one of the early pioneers of telecommuting. As a matter of fact, I have been doing if now for going on 5 years. As such, my teenage kids really don’t remember me working any other schedule. You know the hectic one, when I was up at the crack of dawn struggling to get two babies, then toddlers, preschoolers and eventually small children ready for daycare and school by 6:30 am, so I could be at work by 7:45 am. They have no recollection of me coming home exhausted and frustrated from working a nine hour day and having to navigate Houston’s habitually gridlocked traffic, but not able to go to bed because I had to cook dinner and then help them with their homework, before I got them ready for bed (that is when they were young enough to need help getting ready for bed. More often than not, we simply conked out before performing any bedtime ritual).

Sadly, I believe my kids think entering the workforce will be easy. Well, perhaps at least one of them anyway. You see, my son has yet to enter the workforce. My daughter, on the other hand, has been working for about nine months, at one of the local grocery stores. Thus she’s probably learned to work with a diverse group of people, to be timely, and to submit to the authority of a sometimes incompetent supervisor.

My poor son is blissfully unaware of the rigors of the workplace, although he is very eager to get a job. Unfortunately, he is still too young to legally work. Of course that doesn’t stop him from asking any and everyone if he can work for them. In fact, I believe he is supposed to help his Godfather, a realtor, show some houses next week. While I admire his tenacity, I hope he’s not disillusioned with working once he finds out that it often involves putting in hard work and long hours for small pay; especially in entry level positions. I hope he realizes that you have to pay your dues first and prove that you are worthy of a position that allows you to set your own hours and work independently of the group.

In this world of TiVo, DVR’s and video on demand, I get the sense that more and more young people are seeking immediate gratification. And not just in their entertainment. Many of them are seeking the same instantaneous fulfillment in their careers. They want to graduate from college and immediately start living the same cushy lifestyles as their parents.

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  1. Great post! I also am a telecommuter and know, first hand, how challenging it can be.

    Thanks for stopping by my blog! I look forward to reading more from you and getting to know you better!


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