What I look like I'm doing
David Weinberger on At Home
My office is right off the TV room, um, I mean the family room, and I have no door, so my children are aware of my presence throughout the day. I sometimes wonder what they think my worklife is like, based on what they see me do.
Apparently, worklife means clicking on a keyboard for 10-14 hours a day. There are occasional phone calls, but the ones my kids see tend to be the multi-hour gabfests when I get tired of checking my email and wander around the house in shorts and a headset.
Work also apparently means going on frequent one- or two-day trips that are so boring that there's nothing to tell about when I get home: 'I watched TV in a cheap hotel, had a high-cholesterol breakfast, and then sat in a meeting for six hours. Wanna see the photos?'
In return for this, I make just enough money to keep within swearing distance of our bills.
Hmm, sounds like a pretty grim picture of working. On the other hand, it beats the view of worklife I got from my father when I was growing up according to which work consisted of commuting an hour each way in to a black box in The City, coming home, and griping about what a crappy day he had.
(From my mother, who taught folk guitar, I learned that working could be doing something you love, but, then, in the '50s and '60s, that didn't count as 'really' working.)