As a writer and blogger, I do plenty of work from home. I don’t make any money, but that’s another story. Talk to me in fifty-eight years. That’s when I hope to have my own home to work from.
Maybe you agree with these perks. Perhaps you’re fortunate enough to relate.
You don’t work for anybody.
Unless you work for somebody from home. Otherwise, you work for yourself.
You won’t see people you hate five days a week.
You could even stare at yourself all day long if you wanted to. Love your reflection. Learn to.
You don’t have to buy pants.
You could if you wanted to, but how often are you going to wear them anyway?
You laugh at your water bill.
When’s the last time you took a shower? Besides if you don’t wear pants, you don’t need to wash them. No laundry? Yes, please.
You don’t believe in brushing your hair or doing your makeup.
Thank you emails. Thank you social media. Thank you conference calls where you can’t see people and people can’t see you.
You can work at 3 in the morning or 11 at night.
You could work at any and every hour. Who needs sleep when you have work?
You won’t be pushed around, literally.
On the bus or subway. On the sidewalks or roads.
Your office is not a toxic environment.
Hopefully. It’s not like you can talk badly about yourself behind your back.
You can make your own choices.
Talk to yourself to fill the void of voices? Stay silent and never speak? The decision is yours.
Isn’t working from home the best? Don’t bother begging to differ.