I am again pretty much in the 'nope, you couldn't pry me out with co-workers' thing, which I learned during the days before all the work-from-home self-employment stuff.
But that brings me to another thing.
I will flip out if I do not feel like I'm being productive enough.
I'm extremely detail-oriented and fussyâ˘, so the kinds of things I do are very rarely 'slap 'em together and call it a day' sorts of things, no matter what the actual facet of the job is that time. (Graphics, jewelry, etc. Dye-related stuff is the wild card; it's like the one 'throw shit in a pot and run with it'/'creative mess-making' exception, and it's necessary for sanity once in a while.)
This makes 'yeah, my schedule is flexible'... true and not. It is true in that 'I can plan to get my work done by a certain time so I can do something at <X> hour'.
It is not true in that I set completely unrealistic standards for what I should be able to get done in a specified period of time -- even accounting for the fussiness -- and the worst bit is...
...about half the time, I actually meet them. This is how I end up with three file boxes of fussy-detailed little earrings in a week and a half while doped to the gills on painkillers immediately after surgery, five lawn and garden-size trash bags of dyed yarn when given a 'hey, we have a show next weekend, want to sell with us?' after I've just sold them every scrap of my existing stock and have only a handful of days to produce more on my own, and similar things more or less on the regular.
This is just really not how sane people operate... at all. The common thread to the art jobs is apparently 'not smart enough to realize I cannot consistently pull miracles out of my ass without killing myself with stress'. But it does work for me in most ways, because the 'not doing it' hits the YOU ARE NOT BEING PRODUCTIVE ENOUGH button, and that thing fires off a nuclear self-destruct sequence, I'm sure of it.
It's that... other half of the time. The other half of the time when it takes a completely sensible amount of time to complete a task rather than my crash-course 'don't rush through or skip steps or even the fussy levels of finishing, but don't you slack for a hot second!' approach's amount of time.
Then my schedule's just fucked, and I am suddenly the world's worst flake on scheduling and anything social, because... work has to come first, even if my work is super Peter Pan/Never Growin' Up! as far as work goes in many respects. I mean, sole proprietorship... there's no underlings or overlings I can blame if shit doesn't get done here.
Working from home? Also means you are always at work, not just that you're always at home. There's no hour o'clock that you can call it quits and turn off the work brain as easily because you're 'going home now'.
Thankfully, a few of my friends get this. Most people who have never been in this kind of position cannot wrap their brains around it to save their lives, and I can't blame them -- it is really weird even if it's understandable if you think about it some.
â˘Â I'm the same way with stuff in personal time as well. If y'all had any idea how many times I have tweaked and re-tweaked the same core concept wiki on and off over the past three years on the most minute 'nobody but me would likely even notice that' level, you would laugh, and should laugh.