Yesterday as I was dressing and preparing for a day of meetings, it occurred to me that I haven't worked in an office environment in over six years. I have become spoiled by working in my comfortable clothes, often mismatched, and inevitably covered with stains. Wearing make-up and professional clothes felt foreign as if I was a little girl playing dress up.
I spent the day in an office participating
in meetings and trying to absorb as much information as
possible. By the end of the day, I was worn out, but this fatigue was
vaguely familiar. I wasn't tired from chasing Robby or because I stayed
up all night writing an insurance appeal. I was exhausted because I
spent a day under flickering florescent lights, trying to remain alert
while keeping my daydreams from intruding on my attention. (To be
honest, I prefer being physically tired from playing with Robby to
fatigue stemming from monotony.)
Soon after lunch my leg began to twitch and swell, no doubt the
result of being sedentary for so long. When I'm working at home, I often
have my feet propped over the arm of my rocking chair or on the couch.
Sitting in a standard office chair, without moving around, definitely
takes a physical toll. By the time the work day was done, I had
completely slipped out of my socket and was rhythmically kicking my leg
trying to keep the swelling in check. My efforts were only moderately
Working from home is not easy, but at this point in my
life it has become my definite preference. I don't like being tethered
to a building and being told which hours I must work. I like working in
comfy clothes without having to worry about my appearance, and I have become
adept at scheduling and balancing my various contractual obligations.
The hours that I work are erratic, but my self-made schedule suits my
needs perfectly. The fact that I can kick off my leg and prop up my limb
while working on my couch is a definite bonus!