Working From Home Is Not A Drag

So I’m working from home now. I was working at Cellcom as a desk jockey for the past couple of years but now I’m a freelance desk jockey working out of one of our extra bedrooms doing appraisal work.

Working from home is a lot like being unemployed with one major difference. When I was unemployed, I wore sweat pants every day. When working from home, I wear sweat pants every day!

It’s been about six weeks now and the novelty is starting to wear off a little. I need a means to get out and start connecting with the world again. Ya know. Because of the soul crushing loneliness of working from home all day. My solution is to start writing again for Brain Litter. From my computer at home. Me smart.

I’m kidding. Working from home kicks ass. Although I do find myself uttering “SHIT YEAH! THE MAIL IS HERE!” more often and more excitedly than I care for, the benefits still outweigh the costs. Like no-shirt lunch breaks outside on the patio. That’s fun. Being over 30 years old and experimenting with facial hair. Super fun. Don’t get me started on taking work breaks to do laundry, mow the lawn, etc. You can get that crap done during the week and then not have crap to do, EVERY WEEKEND.

But working at home has shifted some of my priorities. For instance, before the job change, my two best friends were Ding and Joe. Now it’s a three-way friendship toss up between the dog, the cat, and the neighbor kid, Easton. Cheese is the most loyal but Skits is more talkative throughout the day. Easton wins points because he has a Power Wheels and Power Wheels are awesome. I could debate this all day.

Oh crap, I forgot, Jess is my best friend now because we’re married and stuff. I’m supposed to say that, right? Sorry babes, I meant you are my best friend. Forget that last paragraph. Let’s get some Power Wheels though.

Ok I’ve got to get back to the grind. I’ve got a strict regime to adhere to. One hour of work. One hour of Netflix. Repeat.