Working from home…
There’s a huge amount that I like about working from home.
If you get up late, so be it.
If you look like shit, so be it.
You want a coffee. Guess what? You have a coffee.
You play with the dog.
You call a mate, or your mum (must do that after this little blog).
But then there’s the downside.
The biggest of which is that all the above is possible, which means that you don’t work as much as you could most days.
Then comes the fact that your other half always treats you as if you’re just at home watching TV and asks you to do everything under the sun.
Like last night the talk moved somehow to getting a new shower enclosure. Do we need a new shower enclosure? Well, it’s only in the second bedroom’s en-suite, and it isn’t like we have people staying very often. Nonetheless I actually like using that one if I get up early for some reason as it means I can pretty much sneak out of teh house without waking the sleeping beauty of my wife.
So yet another day has been lost. This morning I was at the dentist. Pain and expense! Then this afternoon I’ve been scheming how to get a pump put on the shower at the same time and actually make the job worthwhile.
See? Last night it was a waste of time so far as I was concerned. Today I’m doubling the price!