Work from home: How it started for me

I’m writing this blog on a beautiful monday morning and I’m not feeling the blues, and a quick review of all the hate for mondays makes me realize that I’m really lucky. I credit this little victory to the fact that I work from home. That being said, let me give you a little tour of how working from home started out for me, especially in context of the fact that I live in good old Pakistan.
Before I begin, I have a confession to make: I’m not a workaholic. I’m generally a very lazy person. Bill Gates quips about how he always employs lazy people because they find easy ways to do difficult work. I’ve totally made that my mantra and/or excuse for being the way I am.
As some regular readers might know, I quit my job a few months ago and partnered to start a small advertising agency called Ishtehari. But I was bitten with the ‘work from home’ bug while I was still working for my previous employers. It all came about from the fact that employees in Pakistan have little or no rights as far as working regulations are concerned. A tough market for labour means that your boss can make you work twice as many working hours and make it sound like he’s doing it as a favour to you. There’s no overtime compensation so they throw you a bone in the way of “flexibility”.
This mentality had evolved, inspired by Unilever’s ambitious “Agile” working model, towards a result oriented work environment. The agency I worked for believed responsibilities rather than timeclocks because they knew they wouldn’t be able to squeeze as much out of people if they followed the working hours schedule. You are supposed to do X task. Where and when you want you do it is your headache.
This sort of work environment quickly became addictive. It offered the flexibility I needed to get things done at my own pace, and I didn’t have to do it in a depressing cubicle. It started to grow on me. I liked it that the word “work” was some measure of productivity and didn’t necessarily connote a place that I had to go to.
I was hooked.
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Coming up with good ideas is not a science.
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