I’m working from my bed today, which isn’t as awesome or fun as you’d think it might be. A creeping migraine put me to bed early last night. I made it to my evening yoga class, which did seem to help some- and weirdly, being so inwardly focused seemed to push me to do better than before. After class, I went straight to bed, Imitrex in hand. So far, two doses isn’t doing much to the headache. I’m about to take my third, with no real high hopes as to it’s efficiency, either- I think the real cure is rest, which I’ve had very little of this week. Is anyone else out there suffering from insomnia this week? My entire family and studio seem to be sleeping poorly, if at all, this week. Agh.
I’m still a grateful girl; having the luxury of working from my bed, on my laptop, is pretty incredible. I listen to Pandora and answer emails between short bouts of dozing, instead of taking a full day off. This gives me the ability to rest up and recover without feeling like all my work is piling up around me, waiting like an impatient customer for my return- which, in turn, also helps me get better more quickly, I believe.
Actually working from bed, in my pajamas, reminds me of all the silly things people say about working from home, as though it isn’t a job at all. “You just stumble around in your PJs, that’s pretty sweet,” they say. And there are some pretty fantastic benefits to working from home. For example, here’s a list of things that are awesome about working from home.
- eating my own food
- not needing to worry about office clothes
- no office politics
- no commute
- freedom to raise a puppy (even an injured one!)
- setting my own hours
- working with contractors & builders during the day
- freedom to make medical appointments whenever we need to
- all my lovely cats
- working from bed when I’m sick
- choosing my own music
- always knowing where everything is
It’s not all sunshine and light, though. There are some not- so- rad things about working from home, too; things you’d never think of until it’s happening. For example:
- feeling ashamed of the many beer bottle in my recycling bins
- gross pet tricks
- an acute awareness of my dirty kitchen floor
- my offspring sharing embarrassing stories with everyone we work with
- everyone knowing what I’m reading or otherwise obsessing over at any moment
- worrying that all my employees can somehow tell that I had sex that morning
- waking up late means greeting employees in my bathrobe
- going into the utility room and realizing that my least flattering pair of panties have been on the top of a pile of laundry ALL DAMNED DAY FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE
No, I’m not going to post a picture of my least flattering pair of panties here, thank you. In case you need a visual, imagine the sort of coverage a girl might want for running, then make it a size or two too large (it was all they had at Target, shuttup!) and pale blue. There. Horrible, right?
I’m tempted to make a Paint picture of my hideous underwear on the top of my laundry, a la Hyperbole and a Half, but that would only be followed by an actual photo, and that’s too horrible to be thought of. I’m going to take that last Imitrex instead. Good night, all.