When you work a desk job, sometimes a snow day is great. Sometimes it’s a super productive work from home day, where you thank the Internet gods for enabling this. Sometimes it’s a lie on my bed with Netflix and occasionally check e-mail. Sometimes it’s both.
8:00 a.m.
Wake up at my regular time, angry that I didn’t take advantage of a snow day and sleep in, even if I am “working from home.” I mean, that doesn’t mean regular hours right? I’ll just lay here until the fourth or fifth time I have to hit snooze.
(Via)
8:30 a.m.
Okay, I did it. I will now roll out of bed because I WILL GET WORK DONE AND DEFY THE SNOW GODS.
(Via)
9:00 a.m.
Look at me go, answering e-mails, making spreadsheets and being super productive. I might do amazing things today. This might be great.
(Via)
9:45 a.m.
I could probably be productive in bed, right? It’s cold in my room and beds are so warm. Blanket time.
10:30 a.m.
I had a solid little run there, might as well check out the Internets. What are the kids talking about today?
11:30 a.m.
Wait, how did I lose that hour? Should I check my e-mail? No, I should eat breakfast. Why didn’t I eat like three hours ago? I’m starving. I can’t work in these conditions. Breakfast break.
12:00 p.m.
I am way too full. I should watch some TV for a little bit. Digest a little. I will definitely fall asleep in bed if I try to work there.
(Via)
1:00 p.m.
This is ridiculous. I need to get back to my work bed and get some stuff done.
(Via)
2:00 p.m.
I’m 26 years old. I need to get a desk. This can’t keep happening. I need to focus.
3:15 p.m.
If I keep pretending to do work, I might actually get some done. I answered more e-mails. I even gchatted about work! I’m doing okay. I should reward myself with a snack and take a break again.
3:30 p.m.
You know what will help me focus? A nice long hot shower. I can’t spend all day in pjs, right? This is what will help me pretend to be a functioning, responsible adult.
(Via)
4:30 p.m.
Okay, so maybe an hour-long shower while belting out Beyonce’s “Flawless” was unnecessary. (Disagree. ~ed.) My roommate, who is also home, didn’t love it. Neither did the dog. Also, there might not be any hot water left in the building now. That’s a thing that could happen, right? Okay, time to sit and focus.
5:00 p.m.
Well, work day is over, TV time. You had a good run, self. I tried, and that should count for something.
(Via)
3 replies on “A Gif Recap of (Barely) Working from Home”
Usually my days in which something NEEDS DOING turn into “oh, there’s a fucked up invisible corner! TIME TO UNFUCK THE CORNER!” and then “oh, knitting project, I want to work on you” and then “shit, I’ve had this word doc open for six hours and I’m only just now looking at it. Okay, working time. After I pee,” and so on and so forth.
If I’m in “off” mode for my on-and-off temp jobs, I get myself to one of the campus libraries for the day. I get shit done there. Otherwise I look at the clock and realize it’s dinnertime and I’ve been watching the 4400 all day.
I think you missed the “I can’t do anything, I didn’t do anything, why did I ever think this was a good idea I hate myself – wait did I just know do the thing in 10 minutes”.
You’d think by now I know how I work.
That is usually followed by the “oh man i’m so productive, look how great I am,” and then back into the dark cycle of procrastination. I also could have elaborated having a pet at your disposal means way more play breaks. IT’S SO FLUFFY I CAN’T NOT PLAY WITH IT?