WTF*

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Happy Hump Day everyone!

We are halfway through the week, and I don’t know about you, but I can’t Wait Til Friday.

Wait a minute.

What’s so special about Fridays? I mean, I know it’s the end of the workweek and all, but really, what makes Friday better than Wednesday? Is it truly a better day, or does it just have a better marketing team?

In my last post I tried to give Monday a spin. I learned that Mondays get a bad rap because they have no feet. I also learned that I am not a very good spin doctor – at least, not as good as these guys:

but I am going to try to work my way through all the days of the week.

I know what you’re thinking (I do! It’s because I’m psychic. Or is it psychotic? I get the two confused). You’re wondering why I would waste my time spinning the days of the week. I’m wondering the same thing.

TBH I don’t know why.

These are things that I DO know –

I know that I have let death, illness, stress, brain weasels and the black dog keep me from writing. I know that days weeks months of avoiding the blank page have turned it into the monster under my bed (literally – I have a whole slew of empty notebooks gathering dust under my bed). I know that the only way to chip away at a writer’s block is to write. And yet….

The words don’t come.

So here I am, rambling about the days of the week, chasing the ADHD squirrels and hoping that they’ll lead me over/around/through the block.

But (pay attention – I have a big but**)

My squirrels lead me straight to an epiphany (ok, not straight – they are ADHD squirrels, so we spent far too much time getting distracted by shiny things) –

We all look forward to Friday – we spend our week looking forward to the weekend and our weekend dreading Monday. When we’re at work we wish we were home and when we’re home (and faced with honey-dos) we wish we were somewhere else.

We are wishing our lives away. It needs to stop.

Life is short. Be here now.

The people at spiritbutton said it better

*I know what you’re thinking (did you not read my post? I’m psychic!). You thought this was going to be a post about WTF moments. I don’t want to disappoint you, so here’s a link

**mostly thanks to WFH and stress eating

So tell me – what’s your favorite day of the week, and why?

WFH

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Happy Humpday! Congratulations on making it halfway through the workweek – how is YOURS going?

Mine has been a little bumpy thanks to internet connection issues, a monitor that kept shutting down any time the wind blew (even though I don’t work outside) and a list of Things That Didn’t Get Done because I spent the weekend watching the playoff games instead of…well, doing things (OMG did you WATCH those games? The Rams and 49ers are trying to kill me, I swear!).

Ah, the joys of Working From Home.

I’ve always wanted to work from home. Ok, not ALWAYS – but I’ve been wishing for the opportunity for a while now. Thanks to the pandemic, I got my wish (now I’m wishing for a winning lottery ticket).

I tried it before – my husband thought my being at home meant I could spend the day catching up on the thing being busy parents prevented us from doing….talking, people – geesh y’all got dirty minds! (I love it!).

Our daughter thought my being at home meant I could help her with homework and play Barbies and read books.

My boss thought I should actually be working. My WFH opportunity was cut short by “conflict of interests”.

This time is different.

They say that you should get away from your desk every 30 minutes. No, I don’t know who “they” are, but this article from 2017 tells us that “if you’re sitting all day at work, you should get up every 30 minutes and move to cut your risk of death, a new study is showing.”

Experts will be the death of me. Or at least of my productivity. When I was in the office, I was always getting up – to grab papers from the printer, to drop things in the mail-room, to grab a cup of coffee from the break-room, or to stop by a co-worker’s desk for a quick vent. When I get up from my desk at home, I can’t help but notice that the carpet needs to be vacuumed. A trip to the kitchen to grab coffee reminds me that there are dishes that need doing. My husband and daughter may not be keeping me from being productive, but my house clearly is.

I’m still getting my work done – probably because I’m not getting up to run to the mail-room, the printer, or my co-worker’s desk. The break-room, unfortunately, is closer than ever – and filled with food that’s not good for my waistline. Thanks #Covid15.

So tell me – how is working from home working for you?