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Working from home also means that I spend<br />
eight hours in my underwear, and it is usually<br />
around dinnertime that I realize I haven’t<br />
brushed my teeth yet.<br />
I decided I would start getting up and getting dressed as if I were going to<br />
a work place. By lunch, I had spilled coffee on my dress, and it just seemed<br />
forced to wear heels and a blazer in my “office.” I was back in PJ’s by noon.<br />
My office is formerly known as the spare bedroom/oversized closet. Despite my<br />
best efforts, it has slowly taken those storage responsibilities back on, as the<br />
tower of clothes, boxes and other things gets taller each week. In the event that<br />
I do have a video meeting, I carefully keep the camera aimed at what I call the<br />
professional zone, the square inches that make me look like a professional adult,<br />
one who definitely does not conduct business in terrycloth.<br />
Another side-effect of working at home has been way more long, drawn-out<br />
conversations—with my cat—and sometimes with houseplants or a picture of<br />
my dad. So far, none of these things have talked back—a pretty good indicator<br />
that I am still sane. When someone else comes home, I am so excited to talk to<br />
them, but see, they have been talking to people all day, at work or school, so they<br />
want some quiet time. I kind of linger around the vicinity, checking in every few<br />
minutes to see if I can talk yet.<br />
Getting fat is another work-from-home danger. There is food everywhere and a<br />
stove and dinner leftovers. Occasionally for lunch I will treat myself to a cooking<br />
show. I mean, my cooking show. I talk to the food and an imaginary audience<br />
while I whip a little something up. It reminds me of when I was younger and I<br />
imagined myself the heir to Julia Child’s PBS cooking show and performed for<br />
my mom, sister and brother. My specialty was a dessert I called Sherter Berter,<br />
basically just a well-stirred bowl of ice cream. But now, it’s just me, the cat and<br />
the plants. I don’t want to complain, but I’d appreciate a more rambunctious<br />
audience. And the cat always acts like she has something better to do.<br />
For all the potential craziness working from home can induce, it is also dreamy.<br />
In fact, I like it so much that sometimes I feel guilty. I work longer than I have to<br />
and actually write down the time I take for lunch, or if I am distracted from work<br />
for more than a few minutes. These people are trusting me, dammit! I will not<br />
abuse their investment in my honesty, and so I ultimately spend a lot more time<br />
working than if I were at an office, wasting time yapping with people all day. As<br />
I’ve mentioned, the cat conversations get pretty dull.<br />
So this is why I have NPR on all day long. I need background noise. Talking noise.<br />
And I am so excited for November 9, so I can hear the talking about something<br />
besides this insane election. Although, I expect it will be a month more of contesting<br />
the election and whatever other nutty conspiracies pop up as distractions. Even so,<br />
I see the light at the end of the tunnel. And it sounds even better than it looks.