Working from home rocks!
I telecommuted yesterday and let me just say that the advantages of not having to drag yourself into the office are so numerous as to risk shattering the fragile human mind. There are the obvious proofs: less gasoline being burned, fewer distractions, boosted morale*. There are the more subtle ones, too: no need to pack a lunch, no need for headphones, no need to wear pants. And then there are those boons that really aren’t even considered until they are experienced first hand.
I do it several times a month, you know: just roll from the water bed to the steno chair, fire up Photoshop, and VPN into the office. People tell me it’s just like I’m actually there in the building, only without the baritone bellowing of the phrase "What the HELL, people!?” occasionally rolling over the cubicle walls like an angry thunder clap.
But I don’t much care about the benefits to the people in the office when I’m working from home.
I’m a team player – don’t get me wrong – it’s just that I work better in solitude…
…where I can scratch and fart and badmouth the utter incompetence of certain coworkers without, you know, getting my ass fired.
I got a tremendous amount of work done yesterday and yet I felt far less stressed than I do after a typical day in the office. And as I sat on the sofa reading Life of Pi last night, I found my mind continually wandering back to all the cool things that had occurred earlier in the day as a direct result of my working from home.
One of my dearest friends, Marque, had a hell of a day yesterday and I couldn’t get over how awesome it was that I was available to take her phone calls as soon as they came through. Of all the days for me to stay home and work, I chose the day that my friend really needed me to be there. I am SO thankful for that.
Love you, M!
My best friend, Marley, also enjoys perks from this telecommuting gig. My lunch break ordinarily consists of a jaunt to Starbuck’s and a quick look at a few VOX posts. But when I work from home, I spend that chunk of time taking Marley on a leisurely stroll around the block: let him sniff and mark his regular places, harass that annoying pipsqueak Sheltie that thinks it’s a Mastiff, check the perimeter of our cul-de-sac for raccoons and fast-food wrappers**. By the time I go back to making graphics, I’m remarkably relaxed and clear-minded. It’s just wonderful.
You know what I like? I like getting my mail. I sincerely appreciate not having a valuable FedEx package simply left on my doorstep for any karma-challenged crack addict to drag off to the Pawn-n-Smoke. Working from home allows me to be available to sign for the DVDs I spent far too much money on.
I often wonder how many of my VOX peeps also work from home and if they’ve ever thought about the little things that make it such a valuable treasure.
Well, do you? And have you?
*It should be noted that because the bean-counters cannot attach a figure to morale and put it in a spreadsheet, it does not exist to them.
**High school kids like to use our relatively secluded dead-end street as a spot to hang-out in their cars smoking pot and grubbing on greasy food from Wendy’s or Jack in the Box. Even though Marley is never allowed to partake of the morsels he finds, he still searches for them every time we go out.