The Working Mother Top 100 list is out. For those not in the know, it’s a list the mag puts out annually to give props to the companies with the most family-friendly policies — you know, flex time, telecommuting, paid leave, and all that good stuff many of us never, ever see in the workplace. To search for a gig at a company like this, check out the mom-friendly filter on the job site SimplyHired. (Do an advanced search, and under Company, select from the Special Filters menu.)
If you’re not a mom, does this mean you’re SOL? Hardly. Yours truly boasts a client on this list and you won’t see me procreating any time soon. (Sorry, mom.) Family friendly means worker friendly, unless of course your employer has the nasty habit of heaping the heaviest load on its childless workers. Some do. One would be wise to avoid those outfits like the plague.
A final note: If you can’t open the Working Mother Top 100 list, you can read it on BusinessWeek too, as Feministing kindly pointed out this morning.
September 26th, 2006
Yesterday I was IM’ing with Kelly, a partner in freelance crime, because we’re working on a web writing project together and now we’re like war veterans, man. And I was saying how I hadn’t gone out for my daily walk with Buddy the wondermutt yet, even though it was well over 75 degrees and after 7 p.m. But I had showered, just moments ago, I told her triumphantly, as if I’d just earned the Pulitzer. Sad.
Welcome to my freelance life.
So when I finally did make it out for a walk with the four-legged superspaz, I was thinking about all my (charmingly insane?) dirty little freelance secrets. Herewith the current top five that I am willing to admit in public:
1. Before my dazzling IM conversation with Kelly I couldn’t remember the last time I’d washed my hair.
2. I still can’t remember the last time I did my dishes, or the last time I could remember the last time I did my dishes. But they smell. I’m contemplating just throwing them all out and getting paper plates and chopsticks (Boyfriend Greg’s suggestion).
3. I’ve consistently been timing my lunch to coincide with at least 15 minutes of One Life to Live for the past several months. If I get an onsite gig, I’m not sure what I’ll do. I mean, Lt. John McBain died yesterday in a fiery car crash! Woe.
4. I actually watched part of Oprah today, too, on which Janet Jackson talked openly for the first and last time, ever, OK people? about how her boob popped out during that Superbowl halftime thingie. Like, who cares? (OK, in case you’re curious, Janet said it was an accident and Justin left her high and dry by not rushing to her defense when the media and religious right slammed her, or something like that. I told you: snore.)
5. I’m pretty sure I spent more time yesterday fiddling with my blog settings and all the free templates than working on stuff I could actually bill for. Bad freelancer, bad, bad! I suppose this could turn out to be just another dangerous technical distraction. (Note to self: Consider imposing blogging hours, preferably during lunch or at the end of the day.)
September 26th, 2006
