Thursday, January 21, 2010
I have a question I wanted to ask my readers.
As most of you know, I work from home. This is not something I do in my spare time, it is a full time with a real honest-to-goodness company, that pays me hourly. I work at least 40 hours a week. I also receive benefits, bonuses, and pay taxes. It's a real job, it just happens to be in my house.
Here is my dilemma. What can you possibly say to people who do not respect the fact that this is not a daycare, or a place to hang out, or to have their packages delivered while they are at their "real jobs?" I have one neighbor who sends his daughter over here EVERY SINGLE DAY for at least three hours, and this is while I'm working on the phone. She is not a quiet child. She screams, she laughs, she picks on Bucket relentlessly. Mr. R's mom calls me all day long to tell me about what she bought at WalMart, what she made for lunch, how often she poops. <--- I wish I was kidding. But alas, I am not. Mr. R's friends call, or stop by, "I knew you were home. What's for lunch?"
I've sent the girl home numerous times, and even written the girl's father a note asking him not to send her over until 5pm. It worked for a while, but now we are back at 3:30. She's lonely, she's bored, and there's plenty to do here, and so she keeps coming back. Part of me feels sorry for this only child who has no one to play with...the other part wants to charge her father for my time.
Wednesdays are pandemonium over here. The kids get out of school one hour early, and so Missy is here by 2pm, and the boys by 3pm. I kid you not, by 3:15, there are ten to fifteen kids in my house, and I am still working. Oh, and they're always "starving" too. Funny how that works out.
Mrs. R's mom...I can't fix that. I've asked her, multiple times, to please call me after 6pm, unless it's an emergency. From what I gather, a sale on Cheetos at the Winn Dixie is an emergency, and I must be told, right away! Along with the color, smell and consistency of her BMs.
I wish the solution to this is an office with a door, but I am all out of rooms with doors. Do I become the WITCH of the neighborhood and stop letting the kids come in while I work? After all, I don't send my kids off to work with them! Or do I accept that this is a downfall of working from home and just accept it?
And should I give the senior Mrs. R the number to the nearest colon rectal surgeon, just to see what she'll do?
at 3:27:00 PM