The Real Problems of
joblesnessness Working from Home.
Whooppeeee!!! NYSC was over in February. Don’t even ask me about it. I wasn’t a model Youth Corp member and everything was just a blur. Bottom line is it’s over. Done and Dusted.
|May or May Not be HD|
Contrary to what I was told….I am not HOT CAKE. I am NOT POPULAR DEMAND. With my “good grades” and “good head”, I have NOT been SNATCHED UP by Deloitte or Addax or KPMG or BAT or Accenture or Phillips or GLO or the likes.
Well well well, unlike some of the bloggers Atilola has been meeting, I’m just another girl from the rapidly-drowning-Nigerian-middle-class with no Uncle or “Unku” in high places. Someone hand me a handkerchief please *sniff sniff*.
The different politics that play out in labour recruitment processes are best left unsaid. Anyway, that‘s not why I am here/blogging this post/posting this blog. Whatever!
While I am deciding on what next to do with my very bright life, I have been
jobless working from home. Y’all know how an idle hand
is the devil’s workshop and all. I have been taking on some small small
projects like that. Let’s discuss some of the problems inherent in this set-up:
Explaining the difference to most family members:
“Ahnahn! HD! You did not make lunch? Nonsense!!! What have you now been doing at home since morning?! Ehnehn? Se you could not put the beans to boil while you were “working” ni? Mchewwwwwww”
“Oh Gooodness! HD!!!! These clothes I spread on the drying line since 8am are still there by 2pm. Are they supposed to get dry like prawn crackers before you fetch them in? Hian!”
“HD my dear, please I forgot the bag where I keep the registers, at home. Please bring them to me at work. I need them. Bring them fast o” …..as per…you don’t kukuma have work.
Biko nu, can’t we just pretend like I am not here?! Ghost mode please!
Everything calls your name – your government name!
From Telemundo (when PHCN lets) to your bed, to oh Lord! the refridgerator to….everything. Need I tell you how many times I have heard the fridge call me while I’m within earshots “HDchukwu/OluwaHD, come hither”….surprisingly, no matter how many times I open it, additional food items do not miraculously appear…so confusing. Oh well!!! *Shrug*
Explaining why you are dressing up/dressed up:
While this hasn’t yet happened to me (probably never will, since I am a placard-carrying nudist in my house), I can imagine that a
“work-at-home-girl” might have some difficulties explaining why she is dressing
up to go to her workstation within the house. See, some of these things are
psychological. One may want to replicate an office setting within the house for
optimal concentration and productivity. One of the ways of replicating the
office setting is by dressing up…….. Can you tell that I didn’t type this point
with a straight face?
Different names, same problems.
Do I need to spell out that working from home requires some great dose of self-discipline?
Of course, there are perks to
joblessness working from home
too, but let’s leave that for another post
I discovered a blog…quite new. I love the way she writes.. like monologues. Thinking about her posts is even making me chuckle. Check her out: Keji of Mo'Rounkeji
Toin asked a question in her last post. While I fear for what I may read in the way of comments, I also wish to ask the same question: “What comes to your mind when you think of me? How do I come off on this blog? Tell me what you think about when you hear/see/read me.” Please, TOIN, SNM and COY are exempt from answering this question.
Sincerely, for me these days, the thought of being a paid housewife isnt as repugnant as it used to be.
*image gotten from google*