When it’s back to normal, it also means more frequent visits from Lia’s playmates and their moms – which is kind of a glitch.
|Ain’t that true?|
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy preparing juices and pancakes for them kids and arranging them in tiny plates and cups, but you know, there’s a time when two, three kids tugging your shirt to dress/undress them for/ after pee time and asking you whys and whats every minute gets in the way.
And I am not even counting adult companions in this. Now with kids, you can simply say, “Kid, I am working on something right now. Can we talk later?” and you remain chums. But tell that to an adult who’s on to a lengthy conversation and you risk being branded a bitch or a snob.
So you take the polite road and lose precious hours of a deadline-driven project.
The thing here is, I don’t think people actually realize that writers can indeed be busy. I don’t think they even take my job seriously. Often I’d get moms in the block tellin’ me I don’t get Lia out of the house much as I should. Kids should get plenty of play time outside everyday. I explain that I have regular work everyday, 7am till the break of dawn. I have no time to accompany Lia outside to play for hours on end. I do when I have, but when I haven’t, I don’t because it’s gonna cost us the bills and the rent.
Then I get the “Seriously, what exactly do you do?” line. I’d be lucky if the person I’m talking to even knows what a freelancer, a copy writer and a virtual assistant are to begin with. Avoiding complicated conversations, I simply respond, “I write articles for websites and occasionally, print” (which sometimes don’t really work, because I get a follow-up question on “What do you mean you write for websites?” Ugh). They simply give me this blank stare and heave a cumulative and bleak “Aah.”
Then I would hear those comments again and again.
|And here’s another one.|
I know it seems like I am just Facebook-ing all-day. But even my Facebook time IS work. I manage three Facebook fan pages for clients aside from my own. Even that requires research. I know it doesn’t seem like I am doing anything at all in front of my laptop. For all you know, I might just be playing solitaire. And at times, I wish that were true. I wish I had the luxury of lengthy neighborly chats, the time to bake devil cakes till our house smells of nothing but coco, or to take Lia out to play for as long as she desires. But I don’t.
We online-based employees do not need to be clothed in suits and have impressive desks to be seriously working, you know. When we say we’re busy, we mean it and we hope you do treat it seriously too like you would office-based workers and offer us some peace. You can be there, it’s fine, but we just can’t talk – at least not for very long. That’s harsh, I know. Sorry. But that’s the reality of our work.