Of course, I complain that "I have to go to work." It makes me feel like I still matter to the work force. Though sometimes I forget what it's like to be an applicable member of my office. I come in 3 hours ahead of California and have no contact with coworkers until 11am EST. Then it's full-force busy as I make things happen remotely to my customers, vendors, and team. And the worst part: 4pm EST is my I.WANT.TO.STAB.SOMEONE. time frame because everyone is back from lunch in California and they need everything done before I'm gone for the day. It's like a sample sale at Kleinfeld's. Watch out.
But who am I to complain? I have the incredibly lucky position to be able to work from home, in my pajamas, with my customers and contacts, while earning $__,000/year + commission. My 'complaints' are no different than anyone working in a conventional office. I just happen to get the perk of lunchtime laundry, meal planning, crockpot prep for dinner, and nahnahnahnah nahnahnahnah
Thursdays are turning into my favorite for multiple reasons though.
a.) IT'S ALMOST THE END OF THE WORK WEEK. I love weekends just like the next working gal.
b.) There's an amazing, West Coast-born yoga instructor who kicks.ass.and.takes.names.
c.) I get excited for DATE NIGHT in the 757. There are sooo many great eateries in our
So here's to showering every couple days and the debate to purchase more pajamas. Life is rough.