I have discovered bliss. If I could work from home in my pjs and glasses, my cat asleep next to me on the computer in my sunroom every day, I would be the happiest little employee on the planet.
Of course, to do this today I had to call in sick.
Cut me some slack - it's the first day of spring break, there are no students desperately clamoring for my assistance, the office closes early, and no one really cares except me. I have a 15 page midterm paper due next week and absolutely no time to sit down and do some serious research, so I elected to take today and make some progress. The fun thing is, with everything in the world networked and password-ed, I can basically do everything else I'd be doing at work from home as well. I can check the email and the fax machine, my calendar, and even commuicated with my fellow coworkers via Instant Message (except, of course, my boss - the person who tells me what to do. Oh, and the people at work I can't stand, who don't have my Instant Messanger ID). The only thing I'm leaving out here is answering the phones - the one part of my job I loathe with a passion. So really, it's 80% of the work and 0% of the aggrevation.
Maybe Carrie Bradshaw was onto something, tapping away at her keyboard in her trendy little uptown apartment all on her own. I always thought working at home would be lonely and isolated... but I think I may have been mistaken...
1 comment:
Hey,
I took a sick day as well yesterday. But I did not sit in front of a computer. Nope, I watched a Lifetime movie starring Gary Cole about a guy who lies to his wife about his expliots in the bank robbery trade.
Oh yeah, I watched some MTV reality shows as well. That's the true sign of a sick day.
By the way, the phone. Yeah, I'm with you there. I hate it with a passion.
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