Everyone dreams of working from home. Here’s what it was like for me.
That’s right, peeps, working the guns. It’s not that I particularly enjoy lifting dumbbells, it’s just that dumbbells happened to be there. And I happened to be stuck in my home office (aka bedroom) for a helluva long time.
I regularly went to bed straight after work. And I mean straight. Work finished at 5pm and I was asleep by five past five. Don’t @ me.
I must’ve smoked years off my life. Years. (Yes I know I’ve already done that whole years thing in the very first paragraph, smarty pants. Years.)
I got through seasons of super violent but totally educational…anime. To be honest, it was inconvenient having to pause a great show, or mute the sound when watching a football match, just to answer a work related call.
I drank a lot of coffee. And gin. I mean coffee. Sure, that was it.
Because of the lack of…humans…I talked to the cat. It’s OK, though, because my cat is super intelligent. She can play some incredible hide and seek too. She kept me sane…while, you know, I was talking to her, a cat…
I worked so hard my toes hurt from gripping the carpet.