I finally bit the bullet and went back to work in an office job about six months ago. It doesn’t leave me much free time to do my “home” work but I squeeze it in on weekends and in the evenings.
I so miss the freedom I had just a few months ago. Go where I wanted when I wanted. Have time to do philanthropic work. Take an occasional road trip to see the parents. And eat salsa right out of the jar, just like Will Bailey of nailsbails,
I work from home, which means I have a lot of…freedom [shudder]. Horrible, limitless, malaise-inducing freedom. For instance, my current outfit consists of boxer briefs and slippers, I just ate a bunch of salsa straight from the jar, and in about five minutes I’m going to lie face-down on my bed as a reward for writing this.
I miss my window from home as I sit in my office with two red brick walls and two regular walls (but no window).
Working at home gives us lots of that “freedom” to do so many things like playing with the puppy, watching the birds out my window (yes I have lots of windows and no I wont share) and wasting time shopping for birthday presents for dad online. Great time wasters to bring us up to the dreaded d-word- Deadline!