“You want me to take your picture for your blog page?” My husband asked me the other day with a straight face.
This, as I was dragging around wearing my gown (nightgown, not a prom gown) at 1:30 in the afternoon, with my “Bed Buddy” cold pack on my back.
But, at this stage in my life, I’ve decided I can finally do whatever I feel like. Like, I can lay in bed on a rainy Monday morning, and revel in the fact that I don’t have to get up at 4 am and do a “yard check” in a downpour. Instead, I can sleep in, (which I like to do) or I can get up and watch the traffic report on the news of people traveling to work and saying to myself, “Wow. Sucks to be them…”
It all started when I wanted to quit my “real job.” My mother (may her soul rest in peace) liked to refer to it as, “You know… when you had your breakdown.”
Travel back in time to 2011. I was at my 3rd different job in less than a year. Wait, it’s not as bad as it probably sounds! I was at a job of 11 years in December 2010. I quit for a host of reasons, and went to a “new and exciting job!” It was much closer to my home, paid a lot more and I could “work less hours.” AND have a 3-day weekend! Every. Single. Week.
Then, my boss quit, or was fired, I never found out the real reason. Things changed. I was working 12 hour shifts. On 2 days a week it was 6 am to 6 pm. Then the other 2 days, 6 pm to 6 am. No more 3 day weekends. Lots of drama. LOTS of it.
I quit. Went to a new place. The boss from this former “new and exciting job!” wanted me to work for her again. I was convinced this was the job of a lifetime. Even closer to home, even more money! But also as it turned out, lots more drama. Lots more. My so-called undemanding schedule of 7:30 – 4:00 went out the window fast. It very quickly became 12 and 13 hour shifts, only this time it was 5 days a week instead of 4. My health was suffering. I had had at least 5 (I stopped counting because it was depressing) surgeries over the prior 5 years. I felt like I never had the time to heal properly because life was so freaking crazy.
Then, my 17-year-old daughter got pregnant. My son moved to Korea. My oldest daughter was pregnant too. I was dealing with helping my elderly parents in my spare time. Frankly, I really wanted to use my “spare” time for sleeping and blocking out the world. Pressures mounted all around me and I snapped. I called in sick. I WAS sick! I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. I hated my job, I hated my boss, I hated the part of town I worked in, I hated my co-workers, I hated the commute, I hated having to get up and out of bed and dressed when I still needed to sleep for about 4 more hours. Anyway, I quit. Just like that. No notice. Something I have not done EVER in my working life. Well, except for that time in my early 20’s when I worked at a plastics factory for a day and a half. I went to lunch on day two and never came back.
I panicked. I was in a temp job agency the very next day, even though I KNEW I needed a break. I was scared to death that my husband was going to be pissed. I think he was more concerned about my breakdown tad-bit of a personal crisis. I turned down everything they offered me. I just wasn’t ready yet. For years and years, I had dreamt of working at home. But I didn’t know how, and I didn’t know what to do. I dabbled in it. But I never made enough money to justify not getting a “real job.”
Finally, finally, I am to the point of making it work. I don’t make nearly as much money as I used to as a truck-driver supervisor, but it’s workable. I have peace of mind. I don’t have the expenses of driving to work, my work wardrobe is whatever I slept in. stuff like that.
When people ask me what I do, I say, “Oh. I work at home.” “Doing what?” “Oh, a little of this and a little of that.” They probably think I’m lying! But I do. And we will talk about it more as I go along. I’ll delve deeper into my breakdown rambling stroll towards having a self-sufficient occupation.
God, I miss writing! It therapeutic for me. And it helps me avoid breakdowns, an inability to cope with having to work at a “real job.”
Meanwhile, take a look at Swagbucks here. It’s one of the little things I use to earn money from home. And yes, it really DOES earn actual money via PayPal. (My preferred method of cashing out.) I will touch upon the specifics of Swagbucks in other posts, and tips on earning Swagbucks without too much of a time investment.
We will also talk about MyPoints, eBay, Bonanza, eBid, mTurk, Cash Crate, QuickRewards writing “Letters From Santa” and much, much more. In addition, you will have to put up with get to hear me blabbering on and on about my life at MomsOffice.
10 thoughts on ““You want me to take your picture for your blog page?””
Ha! I think I started my not-a-breakdown last March. Read an article in Cosmo about a young woman who quit her job and moved to St. Thomas. First I thought, “must be nice!” But a couple of weeks later I was still thinking about it, so my flippant renark changed to “why the hell not?”
I had realized how much cash I had tied up in my condo’s equity, a little in my car, and a little more in all the junk inside the condo I’d have to get rid of anyway. I was at a government job, paying 13.5% into the pension in lieu of SS, but I’d only been there a little over a year, so I couldn’t keep the money there if I left. Since it was a (relatively) small amount, I went ahead and bit the bullet on the early withdrawal penalty and threw that in the mix.
I flew to St. Thomas on September 20th last year, with the intention of becoming a sun-dried expat. I also took a Cessna to Dominica and spent 10 days in that wild and gorgeous country. In the end, though, the islands were just too far to the other extreme from my usual hectic urban life. The VI beaches were paradise, but I got bored fairly quickly. So I chalked it up as a really long vacation and flew back to Texas around Halloween (except I had gotten rid of my residence, my vehicle, my source of income, and most of my clothes except flip flops and tank tops).
I was able to afford an apartment for a couple months with my remaining savings, but eventually got a part time seasonal job at Starbucks. Did that for about a month till a full time position came along. Took it but hated it and walked out May 12th. After 20 years in long-term desk jobs with no ambition to run the rat race, I think I’ve ruined myself for the future, LOL. But I didn’t even worry or care, just knew I could figure something out so I wasn’t going to a job five days a week that made me miserable.
Since then I’ve donated plasma, sold some possessions I didn’t really need, joined mturk, enrolled to do some mystery shopping jobs, and just not worried about a bill or two getting paid late. This may be my new normal, and I can’t complain.
I applaud you!!! The rat race is not for everyone and I think it drives some of us to an early grave. I don’t need or require much, I just want enough. To me, that is happiness! I love being able to say, “yeah, okay! Let’s go!” when something comes up. I’ve missed out on so much working a “real” job, then spending my evenings and weekends racing around getting ready to go back to this job I hated. I LOVED reading your story!!! 🙂
I feel like I could have written this post! I quit my “real job” 8 years ago and I also dabble in “this and that” to make some money working from home. I have found a way to make it work as well and love it! I literally laughed out loud at “You know… when you had your breakdown.” Life is too short to be stuck at a job you don’t like because others think it is normal.
Like you, the “I work at home” response to what do you gets a lot of side head tilts and more than enough questions than I’d like to answer. I also feel like I don’t get the respect I deserve as if I was working at a job outside the home. I’m expected to drop what I’m doing to help out or my favorite “since you’re already on the computer can do (insert internet research of some sort here)” and it’s frustrating. Hope everything works out for you and you’re able to make some decent income as well as find a balance. Me, still working on both 🙂
Your story was very inspiring. I know how you feel dealing with taking care of elderly parents, working a full time job, I worked 16 hours a day 3 days a week and trying to take care of a house hold. I was than diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 32. I took a break from work and I love it. I quit my job cashed out some money from my retirement and paid cash for a house. I do surveys online while my husband works and I love it. I was thinking about going back to that rat race, but you seem to give me the motivation to keep doing what I am doing.
It’s awesome to hear about other peoples’ experiences (and successes!) with working from home & on their own terms. Your story is inspiring – after reading about your experiences, I do not blame you one bit for any of your decisions!
I have a job in retail, which is not only low-paying, but really unstable in terms of hours, so I do these online ‘odd-jobs’ to ensure I am able to cover my bills. I can’t imagine being able to cut out the ‘real’ job and just do this full-time – it sounds like a dream!
Anyway, congrats to you, and good luck on your continuing successes. 🙂
Excellent story.. Wroth reading!! In fact this applies to many working women who have a tug-of-war in satisfying their work and family. For a working woman, it is a never ending race , trying to satisfy everyone around. The only suggestion i would like to give everyone is that, in the interest of earning money, please do not miss to give the love and attention your family expects. You will never get back those lost days. Enjoyed reading this story!!
LOVED IT…I AM IN THE PROCESS OF DOING THE SAME THING.. GOOD LUCK
I am always looking for ways to work from home. I have two Bachelor’s degrees and because of health issues, no one will hire me to work in a public job. I really need the income that a work at home job would provide, but am so afraid of getting caught up in some kind of scam.
Really enjoyed reading the story… you definitely have a talent for being funny, even when writing about stress and other unpleasant things! I worked from home for a while, although for me it didn’t turn out too well: my social life went completely down the drain and I gained quite a few extra pounds from lack of movement and too much mindless snacking. Back at a regular job now. But I’ve been considering trying it again, maybe I just didn’t plan things right. So, thanks for this article, for giving me a new hope and desire to try working from home again!