Monday, January 09, 2006
Breaking the Chains
So I have been kind of ignoring the fact that I have to go back to work. I can't beleive how quickly these 11 weeks have gone by. My boss called today, wanting to discuss me returning to work, which he was thinking would happen NEXT WEEK. Sorry, my friend, I had a C-section, meaning I get two more precious weeks of getting paid for being at home.
My first month, they're going to let me telecommute. I can do all of the mind-numbing work from home, sitting in front of my computer, instead of sitting in front of a computer in a cubicle. Yay!
I could tell that my boss was anxious to have me back. I'm sure it's been hard distributing the work among the rest of my co-workers, and I'm sure some of the burden fell on him. The really frickin' lame thing is that nothing seems to have moved forward at all while I was gone. Okay, I've been out over 3 months, and the project that was wrapping up when I left (Going First Lot to Stock ANY DAY NOW! HURRY, HURRY, AND FINISH THE MANUAL!!!) is still going. It won't be done for another couple months. The other project has been delayed until June. So one might ask, what do they need me for? Good question.
I had pretty much made up my mind about leaving. I have talked to a friend of mine with a hair salon, and started making arrangements to have a station there. I could work a couple of evenings, and a few hours on the weekend. And I can work on my website businesses during the day. I'm starting to get excited about doing that, working for myself, not having someone looking over my shoulder, not having to go to work if there's nothing to do. Being with my baby during the day. Being able to do what I want to do. It won't be as easy as just showing up to an office and getting a paycheck, but I'll be FREE.
Talking to my boss today, I felt a little guilty. Here he is, thinking that I'm going to be back and his life will get easier, while I'm trying to figure out any way I can to leave. Well, sorry buddy. Family comes first.
I don't know. Maybe they'll let me keep working from home with reduced hours. Maybe I'll stay. Even though I hate it. But I'm not chaining myself to that cubicle ever again. I just can't. ¶ 8:26 PM
So I have been kind of ignoring the fact that I have to go back to work. I can't beleive how quickly these 11 weeks have gone by. My boss called today, wanting to discuss me returning to work, which he was thinking would happen NEXT WEEK. Sorry, my friend, I had a C-section, meaning I get two more precious weeks of getting paid for being at home.
My first month, they're going to let me telecommute. I can do all of the mind-numbing work from home, sitting in front of my computer, instead of sitting in front of a computer in a cubicle. Yay!
I could tell that my boss was anxious to have me back. I'm sure it's been hard distributing the work among the rest of my co-workers, and I'm sure some of the burden fell on him. The really frickin' lame thing is that nothing seems to have moved forward at all while I was gone. Okay, I've been out over 3 months, and the project that was wrapping up when I left (Going First Lot to Stock ANY DAY NOW! HURRY, HURRY, AND FINISH THE MANUAL!!!) is still going. It won't be done for another couple months. The other project has been delayed until June. So one might ask, what do they need me for? Good question.
I had pretty much made up my mind about leaving. I have talked to a friend of mine with a hair salon, and started making arrangements to have a station there. I could work a couple of evenings, and a few hours on the weekend. And I can work on my website businesses during the day. I'm starting to get excited about doing that, working for myself, not having someone looking over my shoulder, not having to go to work if there's nothing to do. Being with my baby during the day. Being able to do what I want to do. It won't be as easy as just showing up to an office and getting a paycheck, but I'll be FREE.
Talking to my boss today, I felt a little guilty. Here he is, thinking that I'm going to be back and his life will get easier, while I'm trying to figure out any way I can to leave. Well, sorry buddy. Family comes first.
I don't know. Maybe they'll let me keep working from home with reduced hours. Maybe I'll stay. Even though I hate it. But I'm not chaining myself to that cubicle ever again. I just can't. ¶ 8:26 PM
