Illusions Shattered

I have worked, fairly successfully, from home for just under three years and - this year - something broke and it broke in a way that couldn’t be fixed.

I woke up one day and found it impossible to eat, sleep, work and play in the same space; and this left me tortured. I didn’t want to not work from home, I didn’t want an office, I didn’t - and I still don’t - want anything corporate.

It may sound melodramatic but I believed that I was the working from home poster girl. I thought that if I ever wanted an office it would have more to do with my ego than maintaining my sanity but, as I have discovered, it is presently all about the sanity.

I now have an office that’s not attached to my home and it’s nice. It’s sparse, the premises are an intermittent building-site and the Internet - or indeterminate lack there of - is frustrating me endlessly. On the positive side I have underground parking, a great view, a Nespresso and my very own whiteboard … yeeha.