Working from Home: Distractions
These were my office scissors. They were some special kind of scissors which are impossible to cut or poke yourself with, which shows what management thought of our abilities.
When people find out I work from home, they often say “Oh, I could never do that. I would get too distracted.”
I admit that I do get distracted while I work from home. I do go throw in the occasional load of laundry, or stand in front of the fridge looking for snacks.
But what I don’t have to do is:
- Listen to my co-worker tell me her wedding plans down to the napkin color, shape and size
- Talk my co-worker down because that guy from accounting has parked in “her” parking place again even though we don’t have assigned parking places but he should know because she always parks there
- Spend 40 minutes reading lunch menus and arguing whether we should have Chinese food or go to the Thai place even though their food isn’t as good as it used to be and the fish tank hasn’t been cleaned in so long it makes everyone feel kind of bad to look at it
- Hit traffic on the way to work and be half an hour late, though technically early enough since I got there 3 minutes before the boss
- Walk back and forth to the bathroom, which is about 7 football fields away from my desk
- Walk the long way back from the bathroom (which, did I mention, is about 7 football fields away) to avoid that one creepy security guard who likes to talk about how the government is building camps in the desert for dissenters
- Spend multiple minutes trying to get an old paperclip stuck out of a crack in my desk
- Read all the signs in the kitchen area from people who have had their lunch stolen (again) or who are mad about the dishes in the sink
- Rig up an elaborate antenna system to try to get radio reception even though the building is apparently in some kind of electronic black hole
- Avoid the IT guy that I borrowed that cable from one time and never returned
- Check my teeth for spinach bits after lunch (at home, no one cares)
- Return my lunch back to the cafeteria after I find the ghostly white finger from a latex glove in the salad
See why it doesn’t bother me to get distracted at home? I still get 3 more hours out of every day. Honest, boss, I do.