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No plan here

Does your work week calendar look a bit like this?

Mine too.

How about your weekend?

I’m as guilty as the next person of jamming my work calendar with as much as I think I can reasonably — and sometimes not so reasonably — handle.

(I’m freelance.  The busier I am, the more I make.)

But when it comes to my weekends — or whatever days end up being free that week — I am hesitant to schedule too much.  I crave the lack of responsibility. The chance for solitude.

No deadlines or time schedules.

Spur-of-the-moment activities are always welcome.  But elaborate weekend plans?

That’s too much like work.

Darnedest thing

People often ask what it’s like working for myself.

What do you do everyday, Carla?

As it turns out, I do patchwork.

I encountered this term in an article this morning; apparently it’s the latest trend in freelancing.

Patchwork is defined here as a ‘mosaic of interesting and meaningful small jobs that may vary in any number of ways, including required skill sets, appointment types and rates of pay.’

That sounds about right.

That’s why it’s difficult to describe a typical day — I really don’t have one.  On Monday I may be writing an e-newsletter, Tuesday leading a workshop on speaking skills, Wednesday redesigning a website.  And, of course, writing a blog entry every day.

I love the variety that patchwork enables me to do.  I’m sure my fellow freelancers do as well.

Just call it our little ‘sewing circle.’

Be well

One of my favorite responses to yesterday’s blog about my missing the “Harry Potter” movie premiere due to work commitments was…

Call in sick.

I hadn’t realized until that moment how much I missed that option.

As many of you already know, I’m self-employed.  As a contract and freelance worker, I have dozens of employers.  I love the variety in my work, the flexibility in my schedule (most of the time), working from my home office with my dog Rory, and generally, being my own boss.

There are a few things I do miss.  Someone else to handle the billing.  And insurance.  And travel.  And all the one hundred and one things that can eat away at your day.

And the company holiday party.  Those always kinda rocked.

But I never thought about missing having sick days until my friend made me realize — they’re just not an option anymore.

I mean — who am I going to call to fill in?  Rory is my company’s only other employee, and while he’s great with morale, the computer keyboard still gives him pause.

Or, should that be…paws?

Holidaze

There’s a rumor going around that it’s a holiday weekend…?

If you work freelance like me and don’t have the structure of an office — or co-workers to remind you — things like three-day weekends can slip up on you.

A friend asked me yesterday what “big plans” I had for the holiday.  After I wracked my brain to remember which one it was, I felt compelled to justify why I had nothing special on my calendar.

  • The dog had been sick.
  • I travel for business, so I tend to stay close to home for the holidays.
  • Most of my friends were out-of-town visiting their families.
  • I’m going to see Conan O’Brien on Tuesday at Radio City Music Hall…does that count?!

I realize being freelance isn’t the only reason my holidays are often atypical.  I’m not married, I don’t have kids, and I live far away from most of my siblings…so even when they do have big family gatherings, I’m usually too far away to participate except for Christmas or Thanksgiving.

So, Memorial Day.  Sorry I didn’t see you coming.  I’ll probably still work a bit on Monday…and will be sad there’s no mail delivery.

But luckily for me, the movie theaters never close.

Party!

Hail, Snail Mail!

I have been away on business with my dog Rory for almost a week. I thought I would pine for our daily walks in Central Park; my idle conversations with neighbors on their stoops; the energy that is Manhattan.

Instead…I miss my mail.

What excites me most about my return home later this week — besides sleeping on my own pillow —  is seeing what treasures await in the stash of collected mail that is being held for me at the post office.

I don’t know if my feelings are unique to freelancers.  I mean, I hope to see some checks in the mail, of course.   But I will be equally psyched to see all my letters,  magazines, catalogs, theater and event postcards, and heck, even my bills.

I realized while working remotely this week that I miss the daily mail delivery, too.  That afternoon saunter to the mail box is a break I anticipate and enjoy.  Here, in my corporate apartment, there’s only email, and its constant stream — while immediate, necessary, and appreciated — somehow doesn’t have the romance or charm of my daily snail mail delivery.

So, to my mailman back in Manhattan — I miss you.  I appreciate you.  And I hope you got my hold order.  ‘Cause if I come home to an overflowing box of mangled mail, I’ll have to kill you.