Why do people automatically assume that if you work from home you aren’t working? It’s not like we invented some magic money machine that just plops dough in our laps all day long while we laugh maniacally in our pajamas at how rich we are and how stupid everyone else is for working a classic 9-5. We work hard, or at least I know I do, to make working from home profitable to live off of.
My sisters think I don’t have a “real” job. Well, I’m making real money- I can spend it and pay bills with it and it goes into my bank account so I can enjoy the fruits of my labor, so just because my couch is my office and I am my own boss does not mean that my job isn’t “real”. Is it a make-believe job? Am I dreaming that I work from home? Huh. It just chaps my ass that they say this.
I work hard, too. Really hard. Sometimes I’m writing from 6 AM with few breaks until nearly midnight- and sometimes it’s just non-stop until something like my fiance walking through the door interrupts me. I work when I’m sick and barfing, I worked the whole week I was doped up on codeine for bronchitis, I work when my shoulders hurt too much from typing. I work when I have a total brain fart on what to write about.
People who work from home have to work often much harder than the typical 9-5ers to make enough money to get er done. I think it takes a special breed of person to work from home, as the temptation to just goof off all day is definitely there. With no one telling you to go to work at a certain time, it’s so easy to just watch “Jersey Shore” marathons all day long rather than actually getting work done. But working from home has its massive rewards in that you get paid based upon how hard you work- at least I do. It’s enough incentive to get my ass in gear and type until I can type no more.
My sisters are also shocked that I actually make as much as I did working at the hotel. Hello! I made minimum wage at the hotel, and averaged just over a grand a month after taxes. If I ever got overtime, which was often, my paychecks dwindled to just over $900 because the taxes were just insane. I now don’t have to pay money for gas, food, work shoes (a hundred dollars for comfy shoes so I wasn’t limping when I got home from standing all day, crying and shaking in incredible pain), and I’m not out of the house at funky hours. I used to work 3 PM-11 PM, which in reality is 2:30 PM until midnight or later usually, because you don’t leave until the guests quit coming. I often worked 10 days straight with no overtime and 1 day off. I would rather make $800-$1100 a month at home and actually be able to see the people I love, and love what I do. It’s not so much a money thing as a happiness thing- I love my job writing. I changed my studies at school from Biology to Journalism and marketing, I found what makes me happy, so getting paid on top of it is just icing.
Just because I work from home does not mean I don’t have a “real” job- sometimes I wished I had a “real” job, like when the writers’ block sets in and I just can’t stand looking at my computer. Or when I haven’t left the house for a week straight because I have nowhere I have to be. But would I change my writing career for anything else, even when it sucks? Hell no! I love what I do, “real” job or not. And I have super respect for anyone who works from home, because it’s really hard work to get paid well and balance that personal schedule on top of it.