I quit my job to work from home. Which is actually pretty awesome if I do say so. Like right now I am sitting on my bed, propped up with pillows, in my jammies, a sweatshirt and a pair of Uggs all toasty warm. But I'm not really "working" right now. I mean I could if I wanted to but I don't. But I digress. Frequently.
Working from home is so flexible. I can pretty much leave in the middle of the day and go run errands, take a nap, go on a run, you know the "works".
I have wanted to work for my husband for several years. He needs help. Well, he needed help until I showed up. He just doesn't have the time it takes to keep up on the billing, filing, etc. and that's where I have stepped in to do the job.
We are friends with a couple we've known for 25 years. They both work outside of the home: she as an accountant for a large hospital organization in the area and he for a job training program for the mentally handicap. Their jobs have lost all excitement for them if there was any there to begin with. He mentioned to my husband not too long ago that they think our job situation is ideal. Both of us working from home for the same business. They are a little envious of our position.
It IS nice. Come and go when we please, take long lunches, work when our schedules allow or work when we schedule it. I get to wear jeans--I didn't have that luxury at the last job. We get to be together ALL THE TIME. Not really. And it's a good thing.
However, and here is the main part of the post, the hubs had reservations about employing me because he didn't know if I could take his direction. No matter has stupid it is. Okay, I added that last part. He mentioned this several times before we went ahead and made the decision. I can take direction. I'll do it any stupid way you want no matter how stupid it is. I can do it.
We've been working on a project for a seminar for singles coming up in a week and he kept asking me details about the place we were planning on using. I thought I was answering his questions. I really did. He kept asking the same questions different ways so I answered them the way he asked. What he wanted to know was the total overall price. Well, then why didn't he ask? He says he did but that's not what I heard. He finally said, "I knew this wasn't going to work! I knew this would be a problem!" To which I replied, "You've been expecting this to happen so you could say, 'I told you so'!" Or some odd thing like that. It was a fight. Which is rare these days.
The moral: He is going to have to learn how to give direction and I am going to have to learn another language. Basically. Manglish and Womanese.
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