After years of the perpetual rat race, something in me clicked one day. “I don’t want to work outside of my home anymore.” The very sound of this sentence seemed strange to me at first. Being raised by an affirmed baby boomer who worked an average of 70 hours a week outside of the home, remote work was something I was not accustomed to seeing growing up. Work has always meant to me, waking up before the sun comes up, sleep walking to my Keurig for my morning coffee, walking the dog half awake, and after a long commute somehow ending up at my desk clothed, showered and fairly presentable. Some days I even managed to put on makeup and style my hair! When I think of all the time and effort I have put in over the years to just “getting ready for work”, it exhausts me just thinking about it. I have even had jobs in the past where I recruited for large colleges, which consisted of my car being my mobile office and my residence being a local Hampton Inn as I drove across states to recruit prospective college students. I distinctively remember when I interviewed for that positon, the interviewer letting me know that most people don’t survive that job longer than 2 years. To my amazement, I somehow managed to survive almost 5 years of that grueling lifestyle.
After living decades in-between, a state of exhaustion and total exhaustion, something in me knew it had to be a better way. Then one day I heard one of my acquaintances speaking about his company offering jobs where you can work from home. I honestly didn’t know that this was an option! That night I went home and begin to research the phrase, “work-from-home.” It was like a whole new world was being opened to me that I never knew existed! Could I have the chance to escape the rat-race? Could I somehow avoid the office bureaucracy and adult-high school mentality that afflicts so many office settings?
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