The 7 deadly distractions of working from home (and how to resist them)
Weโve all been there. You start the day with all the right intentions of getting stuck into some serious work, but when you are working from home, there are distractions all around you. And you have unmonitored access to them all.
Iโve come to realise that if Iโm to be productive, I have to stay focused. There are no magic elves hiding in my drawers to do my work for me. Iโm all I’ve got. Hereโs how I resist the seven deadly distractions of working from home:
Most specifically โ the biscuit jar. The more I visit, the more weight I gain and the more trips to the gym I require. Hobnob crumbs end up everywhere, across my desk, lodged in my keyboard, smeared on my chin just as my most lucrative client Skypes for a chat.
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My advice to avoid the same embarrassment? Donate your biscuit jar to the poor. Empty your pantry of all temptations. Better still, whack a lock on it and give the key to your partner (unless they too work from home, in which case youโre both doomed โ I have no idea how the pair of you survive).
For some reason, tea tastes better at home. I have access to full-fat milk, clean mugs and that organic infusion I like to order from India. Nobodyโs watching over my shoulder counting how many tea breaks I have, and itโs funny how naturally the mind wanders to a nice hot cuppa when I hit a complicated piece of work. But hereโs the thing, tea breaks = toilet breaks and more visits to the pantry (nobody has tea without biscuit).
My advice? Lock the kettle in the pantry, lob your teabags in the fire and buy a goat. Just the thought of goatโs milk is enough to put anyone off tea.
Working from home, the silence can be deafening. At times, so bad the walls pound. It seems harmless turning on the television for a bit of background noise, until the latest Dr. Phil episode comes on about a man living eight lives with eight different wives and 600 children spread over three continents and I think to myself, โWell, it is almost lunchtime after all, can do no harm to take a quick break.โ
And Iโd be right if I hadnโt been distracted all morning by the kettle and the biscuit jar. Still, I scoff down my sandwich and curl up under a blanket to watch the rest of the show and before I know it, my husband comes home from work to find me in the fetal position, snoring.
On a positive note, watching Dr. Phil does improve my inner confidence.
That joyous time of day when I see the postman slipping a nice fresh batch of mail in my letterbox. What surprises has he delivered today โฆ a free holiday? Letter from the queen? Nomination for small business of the year?
Of courseย itโs bills. Itโs always bills.
So donโt go hurtling outside the minute you hear the clink of the letterbox. Itโll only lead to disappointment, more time wasting and a fractured ankle when you slip on the footpath.
If you donโt have them, well done. Working from home during school holidays is almost as great a challenge as pedalling a unicycle, uphill, with your legs tied together. My kids donโt understand I have deadlines and clients. And closing my office door doesnโt stop them barging in to tell me theyโre bored and hungry and the biscuit jarโs empty. And they donโt give a monkeyโs bottom when Iโm on an important client call โ no matter how dramatically I wave the phone at them.
What to do about this dilemma? Join all the other parents under the Western sun and fill your house with electronics then berate your children for becoming addicted.
As a business owner, social media is a necessity, a means of promotion. Only problem is, I keep getting side-tracked by photos of mates belly dancing in Honolulu or clips of camels humping goats or some quiz that determines what type of reptile Iโd have been in a former life.
The solution? Block all friends. Of course, that does mean youโll no longer have any, but really, friends? Highly annoying people, seriously overrated.
That moment when I nip off to make myself another cuppa and next thing I know, Iโm under the kitchen sink with a spanner trying to repair what may or may not be a leaking tap. Or balancing on a ladder swiping at ceiling cobwebs with a duster … The trouble with working from home is that Iโm surrounded by all the chores I failed to do on the weekend because I was stuck to the sofa with a hangover watching more episodes of Dr. Phil.
My advice? Well weโre back to the kettle problem, arenโt we? If you donโt leave your desk in the first place, you wonโt see the cobwebs or the dust or the dirty underwear slopped on the floor that โฆ appears to be growing whiskers. Ahem.
If you, like me, get distracted by all these things โ donโt beat yourself up about it; most people will admit theyโre hopeless working from home. Discipline is an invisible magic possessed by the few.
So, next time the kettle glints at you through your office door, or you smell the scent of biscuit wafting from your pantry, simply give yourself a swift slap to the face. Because thereโs nothing worse when the end of day swings round and youโve completed two sentences of a report that was overdue yesterday.
Whatโs your greatest distraction while working from home?
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