I think Dorothy lied.
Or, she didn’t work from home.
I think if she did she would have amended her statement from “There’s no place like home” to “Sure, home is nice, but damn, I gotta get out of here once and a while.”
Maybe she hit her head on the way down into Oz and forgot to add the second half.
Everyone who works from home knows exactly what I’m talking about. They’ve also heard every single one of their friends wax on about how amazing it would be not to have to go into the office. Sure, the commute can’t be beat and yoga pants are amazing for the first six weeks months.
The things they don’t think about are how you begin to talk to yourself all the time, and while that might not seem so bad, it’s a whole different story when you finally drag yourself out the local coffee shop and continue to talk to yourself, forgetting you’re now among people . . . people who may not come to the (obvious) conclusion that you’re a highly creative person who works from home, but may come to the conclusion that you’re just plain crazy. I’m just saying, it could happen.
Or, while your dog doesn’t mind that you’ve put on the same ratty white t-shirt for four days in a row, it is a little embarrassing when you’re husband asks why there were none of your clothes in this week’s laundry.
Or, you’ve been spending so much time alone that when you’re finally invited out for drinks you’ve completely forgotten how to hold a conversation . . . plus, you keep blinking because you’re not used to the being in direct sunlight.
I’m not saying I would change a thing, I really do love working from home and being the master of my domain. I just thought you should know. You know, that while it’s great and all, sometimes there’s no place better than outside the home. Think of it as my gift to you – a little public service announcement from me to you. Yep, I’m a giver.
If you work from home, I’d love to hear your thoughts about it . . . and how you maintain your sanity. Leave a comment below – because, hey, it’s almost like talking to someone.