Birth of A Freelancer: Lessons So Far

Birth of A Freelancer: Lessons So Far

So it's happened. I'm no longer a 9-5 person who works in an office. I no longer commute into town like a sardine. At first the prospect TERRIFIED me pretty much. Hey, hang on, who am I kidding? I AM TERRIFIED! HELP! Firstly, I had visions of lying on the sofa watching 'This Morning' supping up chicken noodle soup through a straw... not even bothering to get up as it dribbled onto my tracksuit top. I'd take up smoking again (or maybe start vaping just to have a good addiction in place).

I also had visions of being isolated with a total loss of office banter (actually this is something I miss as I've had no one to chat about this new Swedish/French crime drama I watched on Sky Atlantic called 'Midnight Sun' - it's pretty pretty damn good). Anyway, today is my first Monday at home and it's also the FIRST time I've logged back into this blog to sort it out a little (it was a touch unloved as I have poor levels of understanding when it comes to technology and had a photo of a lobster on the homepage that couldn't get rid of but my work pal Jody has helped and I owe HIM BIG TIME as he's basically a millennial and does all this stuff effortlessly).

Working from home is a whole different proposition. There are a few things I've noticed about freelance life so far (only 3 days in so it's early days- still in the honeymoon phase possibly). Here goes:

It's harder to ignore the other domestic SHIT that needs to be done

There is a constant feeling of panic as you realise that there are domestic chores that are going undone (for instance my pant drawer has so many pants and bras in it that it automatically jams when I open it and I can't get anything out and so wear the same bra every day because I'm too lazy to sort it out). There is also a temptation to clean the spaghetti sauce off that is stuck to the kitchen wall.

It's easy to spend an hour in Lidl browsing stuff

I rarely get much time to spend in Lidl. This morning I easily spent 40 minutes in there and almost purchased a card cutting contraption and a hand blender. I also spent 10 minutes in the Polish shop looking at the different types of sausages and wondering which would be appropriate for a three year old (I ended up spending 4 quid on some stringy ones which look a bit like Pepperami)

It's very important to wear nice clothes

Okay I know, I know. The advantage of working at home is that you can wear a dressing gown and a pair of old grey underpants but for me...well I need to get dressed. One of the things I enjoyed about working in an office was getting dressed and wearing nice clothes. For me, in order to keep up my morale and avoid the 'WATCHING RE-RUNS OF AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL ALL DAY SYNDROME,' I need to make an effort. That means I try and wear the same outfit I'd wear to the office but with slippers on and my trousers undone after lunch to allow for tummy relaxation.

It's an opportunity to get to know your cats

I didn't spend much time with my cats as I basically left the house in the morning and then had a half hour of trying to shove them off my lap as I wanted to be left alone WITH MY OWN DAMN LEGS AND NO ONE TOUCHING ME PLEASE. Now I talk to them and ask their opinion on the new Swedish/French crime drama called 'Midnight Sun' (this is not a sponsored post by the way), whether mackerel repeats on them or not and why so much hair falls off their body these days.

It's also an opportunity to eat nice food

I thought I'd be supping chicken soup through a straw but instead I've been making myself SUPER NICE lunches. So today (once I've finished sorting my pant drawer) I will have a 'Scandi lunch'. My friend Amy taught me how to make it and it's basically bread, beetroot, mackerel, horseradish with yoghurt and avocado. I watch it in front of the TV and it's BLISS.

So there you go. Early days but it's okay. It's sort of okay. It's going to be okay (I think).

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