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.
But
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| 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.
Worrapun?!!
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”
OR
“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!”
OR
“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 jobless
“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?
NEPA/PHCN/IBE-something
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*
