Yesterday, I realized I was claustrophobic. After an emotional confession, Mylo bunked work to take me to the dumbest movie in town, 'New York,' lined with popcorn and icecream.
I work from home. I'm a consultant and an entrepreneur. Yes, it's exciting and I love it. The biggest and most obvious reason: my primal needs are all on my terms - my sleep, my work hours, my entertainment schedule, my ideas at work.
So what gives? Simple concomitant realities of new WFHomies.
1. I imagine Mylo having roadside tea and samosa with his colleagues, guffawing on their boss' new sales strategy . I realize I have to 'make my own' coffee for a break that 'I need,' and worse - I have to drink it alone with nothing to laugh about. I prefer friends in their natural tangible form.
2. When I started off, one of my WFH pros was I can do my laundry at any time (imagining daily) warding off the usual backlog. Well, suffice is to say, Mylo scampers around during his rush hour for his missing shirt, only to find (i) it in the laundry basket (ii) me with a sympathy seeking grin
3. I thought I can wake up at 10am, and then I realized I have a husband who wakes up early and hungry.
4. One day at 11am - I decided I need a break. Let me see what on TV. Horror flick? What fun! Well. Now, every five minutes I turnaround for a quick scan. My ears hurt straining for unheard noises. I expect fingers walking on the floor at any time! It has become my pastime now, I spook the hell outta me.
5. I have been spilling stuff a lot these days. I owe it to the only active state of my body, my brain. I browse through 100s of links everyday, organize and assimilate them in my head and in my laptop. But then, I hardly have to move around to do this. This has led to the efficiency of my brain increasing and brain-arm coordination decreasing - which has led to unnecessary spillage. How's my theory? And I'm not even a science student! I just love myself!
6. I'm glad it's Mylo, who gives in but doesn't give up on me. If you ever think of WFH, make sure your mate will be OK with one-curry meals, your pajama layout, and your pajama needs of freaking out.
Having said all of that,
I get to scream at the credit card saleman and then laugh out loud after slamming the phone.
I also get to soak in my embarrassment when somebody cuts the phone while I continue talking.
And I can fall off my chair after my swivel dance and get back with bollywood grace.
I'm in my elements these days, you see.
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I wanna be a WFHomie! entrepreneur? dude, you should consider a career in writing! start off a book on the side
@mydh Writing a book was all I used to think of when I was studying. Then humility took over. :D
I like your Brain Spillage theory....how abt patenting it and then you can sit and spill more such theories and earn too...no?? Well if u think the idea is not good you will know why I end up browsing and commenting on blogs :)
@sakshi my theories are only worth spilling over :) But your comments are adorable, so keep browsing and commenting!