One very tough thing about working from home is that I have to keep stopping to put my face on the cat.
The problem with this has less to do with my cat allergy and more to do with time management.
Time management is hard for me, because I always think I have NO time, when in fact, I have loads of it, and I spend much of it pacing around convincing myself I’m running late.
So I have come upon a little aphorism: You always have more time than you think you do.
And I say it to myself and I chill the fuck out.
Unless I’m at the post office.
Another thing about working from home is that when I’m here I feel a great need to clean everything.
The irony is that the apartment is almost never clean. I often find myself looking at piles of junk I have strewn about the living room, scratching my head and wondering where my day went because: Didn’t I vacuum and do laundry and organize the books today? Alas! Where did this pile of junk come from?
So another maxim I rely upon: Art before dishes.
I stole this one from a book that I cannot reference because I can’t remember the book. Please know I did not come up with this saying.
Lastly, it is tough to work from home because I believe there are small bugs in my apartment that bite me while I’m trying to sit at my computer, and ONLY when I sit at my computer.
Nobody else believes these bugs exist, but here I am scratching away even though I have not burrowed my face in ANY cat fur recently because I do not fit under the bed.
This leads me to perhaps the most important little mantra I have for myself, being:
Slightly unhinged people also have a best self, and it should be embraced.