Captain’s Log – Star Date 06072016:
My first day of working from home is long behind me and the planet I once knew remains in tact… for now.
I rarely get out of bed before 11am. The comfort of my full-sized bed has become more of a cushy prison than a respite from my long day of work. While hundreds of tipsters have advised against this practice, the sheer will it takes to get out of bed when you don’t have to is enough to crush a lesser man.
Breakfast is still a regular staple in my day. But rather than take the time to venture out into the sunshine-filled world and acquire a delicious breakfast burrito from one of many nearby taquerias, I’ve stayed in my garden apartment in stagnant darkness akin to a cave found in a Batman cartoon. While my wallet thanks me, my ever-evolving sense of adventure weeps at my inability to drag myself from my home.
While I have neither grown tired of my dwelling nor felt the burden of cabin fever, the looming presence of the most common downfall of remote work is enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. At what point will I be forced to exit my humble abode and work in a nearby coffee shop surrounded by mustaches, bike bags and that chalk-like aroma so commonly associated with everyone’s favorite caffeinated beverage?
Fortunately, the day still ends faster than my mind can comprehend. Whether this comes from enjoying my job or from sitting in my living room for 8 hours in a row remains to be seen. But as a former watcher of clocks in previous jobs, this remains a pleasant surprise in a professional world defined by counting down the minutes until the end of the day.
As the day ends, I remain filled with a sense of accomplishment and joy. Partially due to my completion of my work. But mostly because the end-of-day commute remains inexistent. Unending construction traffic, narcissistically selfish drivers and unfulfilling radio stations are things of the past that no man, woman nor child will ever miss.
Tomorrow, another day of working from home begins. There will be no change, no difference, no alteration from the day before. Except for me. And I hope I continue to enjoy it as much as I did today.
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