Working From Home IS All It’s Cracked Up To Be
Each day, I roll out of bed and get ready for work.
On any given day, that means little more than walking into the living room and waking up my Toshiba Satellite from its much needed sleep state. That’s it. On a good day, I have time to go work out first and (*gasp*) shower.
Working from home does have its unique disadvantages as well.
On top of that list is having no idea what fresh air smells like. I live in Florida and that means air conditioning for all by two months out of the year. Since I work every day during the NFL season, I don’t get out much. Thankfully, I have acquired the initiative to trudge over to the community fitness center which (if nothing else) makes me feel accomplished and reminds me other people exist.
Personally, eating is another big hurdle. Working from home means an entire pantry full of food constantly beckoning with its starchy little fingers. My wife and I do a great job stocking the house with healthy food and my morning meal is (almost) always a fruit and yogurt smoothie. Still, the afternoon-dinner period can be a diet’s biggest pratfall.
Finally, it’s hard to leave your work at the office when your home is the office. My wife is a teacher and usually has her own little projects. If I follow suit, that can mean some sneaky 12-hour work days which, when piled up, can really strain the ol’ sanity. With Sunday and Monday night football, US Men’s National Soccer games, playoff baseball, and the 24/7 sports news cycle, the job can consume you. Sometimes putting the laptop away and turning the smart phone off is the only cure. Bonus points for getting on the floor and getting some daddy-and-son time.
Still, I love working from home.
Working from home means I never have to pack a lunch and I save a lot of money from never buying one either. Working from home means that I have time to cook dinner every night and don’t have to feed a bunch of processed junk to my family. Working from home means that I can listen to TV or Spotify all day long and never have to click on a “boss button.” If my kid is sick, I don’t need to pay a babysitter. If I’m sick, I don’t need to miss work.
I don’t worry about office politics or the morning commute. I don’t question the ergonomic support of my couch, nor do I care about the motivational quality of my living room. I’ve never gotten sick because my co-workers don’t take care of themselves and I’ve never been chewed out for being late. I never been in the doghouse for working late and I’ve never been tempted by drinks on the way home.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I only work half-days on Wednesday. So, I’m going to go remember what the sun looks like.