As you might know from reading this blog, my office building shut down and the three employees left in Minneapolis started working from home. That includes me, thank God. I have now worked from home for a full week, or as some say, been living the dream.
Let me tell you, cubicle-bound lackeys, if you’re wildly envious, you should be. It’s awesome!
At home, I can now do anything I want. If I want to get up and do that laundry that’s piled up in my bedroom closet, I can. I haven’t availed myself of that particular opportunity just yet, but it’s just a matter of time.
I can sleep in a good 15 – 20 minutes in the morning, saving the time I used to spend getting dressed, brushing my teeth, shaving, walking to and riding the bus, showering, etc. In fact, I may never have to shower again, now that I work from home.
Now my cat can sleep on top of my work laptop, while I’m trying to type, just like he always wanted to.
When 5:00 rolls around, I’m already home! I just declare myself “off work” and walk to the other side of the room. Or roll over and go to sleep, if I’m still in bed at the end of the day.
I think in my parents’ generation “working from home” was a gentle euphemism for getting the sack. When I told my mom, she asked: “Does payroll know you’re working from home? Will you still get your check?” I thought I knew the answers, but I must admit, those questions roll around in my head around 3 a.m.
It would be a pretty slick way to “downsize”: “Guess what everybody? Mobile workforce! Everybody go home!” And then your employees work for a couple of weeks before they realize nobody’s paying them.
I’ll let you all and Mom know around next payday whether I’m working from home or “working from home.”