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Working From Home

Thursday, January 29th, 2009

So, as I’ve mentioned before, I work from home now. I wish I could say this means it doesn’t matter when I wake up, or that it doesn’t matter if I shower and put on pants, but the truth is, I do still have to be awake and aware at 9am (notice I didn’t mention the pants).
For many years now, it’s been a dream of mine to work from home. I really wasn’t comfortable working in corporate situations, and, truth be told, it’s a big reason why I don’t work in that situation anymore. When I left my last corporate gig, I made it a goal to never wear khaki pants again. To me, they symbolized the oppression I felt during my tenure as a phone monkey. So for the last few years, my work wardrobe has consisted of jeans and a t-shirt most of the time. And now that I work from home, I even spend a good part of my day in pajamas.
Based on this alone, one might assume I don’t do shit all day. The truth is, though, that I do more work during a 24-hour period than most people do in a regular 8-hour work day.
Which is why it’s now quarter-to-three A.M. and I’m still awake. For the last four hours, I’ve been working on getting about 4GB worth of data moved from one computer to another. And that’s after spending my entire 9-to-5 work day today doing the same thing. So my total hours spent working today is 12 hours.
And it was the same yesterday.
And the day before that.
And, during the weekend, which should, by all rights, be a completely work-free zone, I spent another good 8 or 10 hours working on client’s computers.
If you were to count in the time I spent familiarizing myself with iPhoto’s new features (read: tagging people in my pictures), as work-related activiity, I’ve only had about 15 hours of non-working, non-sleeping hours in the last three days.

But, still, it’s awesome! I love the fact that I don’t have to drive somewhere every morning. I love that I don’t have sit and listen to coworkers babble about themselves all day (I swear this has made the most difference in my productivity—I feel like I should be allowed to do nothing for about 4 hours every workday, because if I were in an office with other people, that’s how much time I’d lose to random bullshitting). And, of course, most of all, I love working in pajama pants.

Cards

Thursday, August 12th, 2004

I don’t like signing cards for people at work; you know, birthday cards, get well cards, congratulations on your new wart cards…
This just doesn’t seem to me to be an appropriate thing for the work enviroment.
People send around this card leading up to some event, most often a birthday. Each person includes the appropriates sentiment (“Happy B-Day!”, “Feel Better!”, “Get Fucked Ya Bastard!”) and then sends the card on to the next person. Generally, there’s about .0001 seconds of thought put into whatever is written on the card.
Then the card is delivered to the person on the appropriate day, they glance at it (I’m assuming this part) and maybe set it up on their desk.
I understand and appreciate the idea behind this; I really do. Work is a crappy place to be, and it would be nice for it to feel a little more home-y. And, of course, if someone we know from work is ill, we do want them to get better (both because we don’t wish ill upon anyone, in general, and because we want that person to get back to work).
However, because of the method in which this is most often performed, the whole thing just falls to to crap, and the intended recipient generally ends up getting a card with what is essentially gibberish written all over it.
I, having recently had a birthday, currently have one of those cards sitting at my desk. On the front is a little kid dressed up in a duck costume, and on the inside it says “Getting to the age where it’s just not amusing?”
An oddly appropriate sentiment.
In it are 25 signatures. I only know one person at my work that would know my birthday without having been notified about it by an e-mail culled from employment records. And I think maybe about 2 others might actually care whether or not I have a happy birthday, beyond the general sense of “You’re a person, and I acknowledge your right to exist.”
One person didn’t even write the appropriate sentiment. They just wrote their name, as if to say, “I was here.” I think I respect this person the most. They’re not faking it. Another person wrote “Happy B-Day!” without signing their name; I’m not sure what to think of that; it’s certainly a selfless act, I’ll give them that.
The only card I can think of that’s truly appropriate in a work setting is a congratulatory card regarding a promotion. This makes sense to me. It’s work-related, and the person’s co-workers almost certainly have some feelings one way or another about it. 
Of course, I don’t recall ever seeing one. People seem to think that that is none of their business.

Of course the main reason this is all on my mind at the moment is because a little while ago, someone came by with one of these cards and told me it was for so-and-so and asked me to sign it. So I started writing “Happy B-Day!” like the trained monkey I am, only to be told it’s a Get Well card.
Doh!

Okay, well that was weird.

Tuesday, August 10th, 2004

I woke up this morning feeling really good and ready to kick ass at work. Well, circumstances beyond my control made my ass-kicking potential for the day decrease significantly, and I became quite grumpy.

Until about one minute ago. Now I feel fine. Not, like, uber-excited to be at work or anything, but no different than most other days.
I can’t really identify why, either.

Unlesse ite reallye wase the olde englishe stylee.

I’m looking forward to watching some Alias tonight.