What Do You Do?

One of the first things newly found friends ask is - What do you do? I assume they mean to ask what do I do for a living? By what means do I otherwise function in society that allows me to meet financial obligations? Or by what means do I function on a social level so that I am contributing to the greater good?

I am a medical transcriptionist by profession. I listen to doctors dictate medical information on their patients, and then I type it out into readable form. Most people think it's easy and that I "just type what I hear." Yep. That's all there is to it.

I work at home.

Now that just sounds silly. I'm female. Of course I work at home! I do laundry, vacuum, dust, cook, clean, etc.; I work at home. Doesn't mean I get paid for it.

But, I actually DO earn REAL money doing this.

I hate saying that I work at home. It just gives people the wrong idea. It conjures up not-so-pleasant visions of how one might work at home. I work in an office on the 2nd floor of our house. I work in the shed in our back yard. I work in a corner of our basement. I work in a cubby hole in the kitchen. I work at home. In my pajamas, barefoot, with my bed hair all crazy and wild.

This is where all the wizardry happens.

These pictures were taken on a bad hair day. I've got an order in for fresh blue/gray paint (complete with new drapes and big rug),  total reorganization, and wire taming.

Some think there is something "glamorous" about it but 17 years later, I still haven't yet figured out the glamour of it. Perhaps they're referring to the part of my job that allows me to have all time in the world to chat with people online or on the phone, do lunch, meet up for a tennis match, go get my hair doo'd, get a mani-pedi, massage and spa, and just live my life in luxury because I work at home. It's just all that. Kinda like the Orange County Housewives. Bwaaa haaa haaa haaa.....

Stay tuned ...