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When I got the go-ahead to take my talents to a remote location, I thought I was going to be living the dream. I could wake up whenever I wanted, wear whatever I wanted, eat whatever I wanted, and for the most part, do whatever I wanted. I could take my dog for walks or go play some fetch in the backyard. I also thought I’d have plenty of time to run my errands and go to the gym. I forgot one major thing.
I. am. so. bored.
I feel like a hermit. I used to complain about my colleagues and all their annoying habits but I would do anything to be able to talk to another human being for five minutes during the workday. I would even settle for a “How was your weekend?” knowing damn well I’m not telling them a thing about my weekend. When I get bored at my desk I can no longer get up and roam the office. I miss humans. You truly never know what you got ‘til it’s gone.
My hours are awful. I never stop working. I used to be miserable waking up at 7:30 to drive through an hour-ish commute of hellish Northern Virginia traffic only to ditch the office again by 3:50 to attempt to beat traffic on the way home. Now my wife’s alarm wakes me up too every morning around 6 a.m. and since I have nothing to do, I go across the hall to my office and work. Guess who is still working when she gets home between 4 and 5? Me, because I legitimately have nothing better to do. I might be addicted because I find myself back in my office firing off emails every night before bed. Seriously, what is wrong with me?
One thing I’m struggling with is that all my neighbors think I’m a bum too. They see me out in the backyard every morning in my sweatpants just playing with my dog, only leaving the house to get Cookout or Bojangles. I might have to throw a dinner party and invite over everyone that lives on our street. Then I could spend the whole evening bragging about my work, and they would all hate me. So I guess I have to choose between them thinking I am a bum or I am a douche. What a tough call.
Believe it or not, the worst part might be our dog. I know, you think I’m crazy, complaining about spending all my days with a puppy. If you had to spend every second of every day keeping tabs on a three-month-old puppy all while working a full-time job simultaneously, you would understand. I need to hire dog a nanny. This bitch is literally crazy. She never leaves me alone.
She has between 3-7 toys in my office at any given time, yet she decides she wants to chew on my door frame. She’s got chews flavored like chicken and beef but she wants to chew on wood covered in white paint. What kind of psycho does that? At least she’s cute. .
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Woof? 😉
You stay away from my daughter!
Writing a whole post just to show off pics of your dog, I see you.
This may be the best ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’ post. Because that sounds like heaven to me
Not having to deal with Houston traffic it would be 100% worth it plus I’d get to wear joggers all day and no one can narq me out if i decided to have 1 or 4 lunch beers. I don’t need Gina from HR getting on my shit about my burgeoning alcoholism
Working for a company that encourages partial work from home for all employees, I look forward to sweatpants days at home, while still having a few days a week to connect with people, grab lunch, etc. Great balance between getting human interaction and getting a break between all the awful human interaction.
See, you think this is the case but WFH days for me (like today) just end up being “answer emails but nothing else” days. I’d be so unproductive if I did this more often than I do.
This is my goal in life but due to the nature of my job it will never become a reality #PGP
Fellow home office warrior here and I agree that working remote turns you into a monster. Wearing sweatpants everyday has spoiled me beyond belief. Now I know why they call it working remote – because you won’t have a remotely close human interaction all day.
I’m not sure if my dog gets sick of me or i get sick of my dog faster when i work from home but after about an hour we both end up in separate rooms for the day
Working from home with minimal human contact beats taking public transit into the city where the commute takes 1-2 hours each way
My company is forcing us to work from home for a week straight as a pilot program. My home is small and full of baby, nanny, dog, etc. I am dreading it with every fiber of my being.
Sounds like you need to turn that baby into an outside baby.
I’ve been given some much-appreciated flexibility in regards to working form home, but unless I have absolutely nothing to do that day besides monitor email and watch Netflix, it’s not worth it to me. At work, my mind is at work. At home, it’s in one million places. I like the clean separation, personally.