I’m back to working at home. Just temporarily. But even temporarily, working from home is downright depressing. I don’t care what anyone says, it sucks. Really. Here is what today has looked like so far (see if just reading it doesn’t make you depressed):
7:30 a.m. wake up, make coffee, oatmeal and toast.
7:45 drink coffee and eat oatmeal and toast.
8:15 check and reply to email.
9:00 make 3 phone calls.
9:45 check off phone calls and necessary emails from to-do list.
9:47 stare out window wondering what to do next.
9:55 take a walk and listen to This American Life.
11:00 return home and eat a banana.
11:10 put pajama’s back on (yes, I really did this).
11:15 wash dishes, take out trash. Also make toasted bagel with peanut butter.
11:30 eat bagel while checking email.
11:32 realize the house is too quiet and start iTunes on shuffle. It’s Nelly Furtado right now.
11:45 blow dry hair.
11:55 get distracted by clutter on dresser and put stray jewelry back in appropriate places. Also fold and put away laundry.
12:05 p.m. back at computer writing this blog post and convincing self to spend one hour writing before checking email again.
12:06 realize that people reading this may wonder why I’m working at home and not somewhere else (a question that deserves a whole separate blog post, which maybe I’ll write some day soon).
12:11 reread post and revise intro.
12:15 stare out the window again. Scratch eyebrow while thinking about whether or not to publish this post.
12:19 ignore phone call from an 8oo number. Reread post one more time.
12:24 appalled at amount of “work” that’s been done.
12:25 publish post anyway.