working from home: a fantasy story
Every once in awhile, I have the "opportunity" to work from home. It's usually just a day that day care is closed and I've given my backup the day off, so it's more of a forced situation... I just like to pretend this is how I want to be spending a day at home. I always tell myself that I'm going to get so much housework done, that it's going to be awesome spending time with my kid periodically and jamming out hardcore in the basement the whole day, but reality is that working from home fucking sucks.
The sleeping in trap
I do this to myself every single time. Since I don't have to get my kid up and out the door and I have no commute time, I sleep in what's supposed to be a little but ends up being a lot. I end up with no time to shower and spend the day feeling slovenly. I'm sitting here now, after 7 pm, still smelling gross and that is not OK.
I do this to myself every single time. Since I don't have to get my kid up and out the door and I have no commute time, I sleep in what's supposed to be a little but ends up being a lot. I end up with no time to shower and spend the day feeling slovenly. I'm sitting here now, after 7 pm, still smelling gross and that is not OK.
Ancient ass computer
This thing can barely handle the internet on a good day. Throw in Log Me In and the dinosaur starts begging to be put out of its misery. Just when I decide it's finally time to put this mechanical geriatric out to pasture, it starts working enough for me to do what I need (usually after a reboot or three) and I can start my day, but Jesus... I should really do something about that.
This thing can barely handle the internet on a good day. Throw in Log Me In and the dinosaur starts begging to be put out of its misery. Just when I decide it's finally time to put this mechanical geriatric out to pasture, it starts working enough for me to do what I need (usually after a reboot or three) and I can start my day, but Jesus... I should really do something about that.
Constant reminders of my laziness
A basement "office/playroom" piled with outgrown kid clothing and boxes of useless crap that have somehow made it through too many moves, sinks full of dirty dishes and a fruitless attempt at making a nutritious lunch out of only sandwich fixings as I haven't made it to the grocery store this week... ugh.
A basement "office/playroom" piled with outgrown kid clothing and boxes of useless crap that have somehow made it through too many moves, sinks full of dirty dishes and a fruitless attempt at making a nutritious lunch out of only sandwich fixings as I haven't made it to the grocery store this week... ugh.
Guilt
As much as I tell myself that I'm going to be at least half attentive to Luke while still getting work done, the TV really bears the brunt of the parenting duties. Unfortunately, it is unable to help him with anything besides brain numbing and today he spent 10 minutes calling for me on and off to help him on the toilet (he couldn't reach the toilet paper). I thought he just needed help working the Wii and told him to hang on too many times...
As much as I tell myself that I'm going to be at least half attentive to Luke while still getting work done, the TV really bears the brunt of the parenting duties. Unfortunately, it is unable to help him with anything besides brain numbing and today he spent 10 minutes calling for me on and off to help him on the toilet (he couldn't reach the toilet paper). I thought he just needed help working the Wii and told him to hang on too many times...
Today's telecommuting didn't go as badly as some days have, yet I'm still ending my day moody and stinky. I'm half considering blowing my self imposed dry month just to get a sense of me back.
Never. Again.
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