A lot of people, my husband included, LOVE working from home. They can’t get enough of the freedom, of not having to see other people, of the temporary release of pressure (from deadlines, bosses, etc), and the familiarity of their home surroundings. Some people love the fact they can spend a lot more time at home with their children, and some others are just happy to not have to commute anywhere else. I am not one of those people.
Today is a perfect example of how not stimulating it is for me to work from home. First of all, I did not set an alarm. After you get up early every day of the week, you never sleep past 8:30am anyway. I woke up, changed into sweatpants and a tank top (no shower), turned on my work computer, found a spot on the couch, turned on the TV, and proceeded to begin my work day.
I only have one meeting today. It’s one of those meetings where you have absolutely no input, but you were somehow appointed the meeting organizer. My calendar is full of such meetings. At the end of the call, I am so confused about what the actual subject matter experts were talking about that I can’t even throw together a reliable email of meeting minutes. Anyways, none of that really matters today because it’s FRIDAY and nobody really cares to do much work right before a weekend, so it promises to be an easy day.
By the end of my meeting it was 10:30am, I had had no breakfast (because I jumped out of bed and straight on the computer), and I had been in a still almost-lying-down position since 6pm the night before. I did manage to get up and take 3 minutes to make scrambled eggs, and ate them just as quickly to get back to the computer. Right now it’s almost noon, and I accomplished putting a dashboard together for a chief leader, and a cost estimate for an internal client (in Information Technology, aka IT, that’s all you have: internal clients). At the same time I was doing all that, I managed to get a good grasp of what the ladies from The View were jabbering about this morning (romantic comedies), I got ticked at the fact that The Donald gave the latest Apprentice crew the same task he gave out in the very first season (selling ice cream), and I am now catching up on the Pilot episode of a new show called The Defenders ( ♥ Jerry O’Connell ♥ , dreamy).
As you can see, working from home means: delayed meals, physical inactivity, unavoidable lack of focus, and a lot of TV watching. I feel like a mess, my mouth tastes like ass, and I cannot wait until I can actually unchain myself from the computer to go shower and put on some decent clothes (which, who are we kidding, would probably not happen at all if I didn’t have a plan to go out anywhere).
Lucky for me, I do have a reason to get out today: I am closing on the refinancing of my house. We had a 5.5% APR on the mortgage, and we are upgrading to a luxurious 4.5%. Jealous much? I know I would be.
So, at some point I will have to get up, get dressed, and go. I’ll then come back here, catch up on more emails (which have a way of accumulating by the hundreds when unattended), and then hopefully close out just in time to avoid some procrastinator who absolutely needs something from me before the weekend. I love it when I manage to avoid those and *oops* don’t get to see their message until Monday. “Do you still need that thing? I’m sorry I didn’t get your message until today!”
And such is the life working from home. How can ANYONE stand this for more than one day????
abi
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