Senseless Sunday Sarcasm: Midnight home work
I’ve worked at home for the past 3 days and yes, that includes Saturday.
No, I didn’t take ALL my work home with me, just some of it. For the rest of my “work” I was doing writing therapy.
There are definite advantages to working from home.
You’re never alone
You don’t have to worry about what you’re wearing…
…and your desk doesn’t have to look nearly this clean:
The cat certainly doesn’t care what your desk looks like, only that you have something comfortable to lay on which, in every case, is whatever you’re trying to read at the moment.
Unfortunately, when you work at home, time has no meaning. You sleep, work and eat when you feel like it. That’s why I had a 4 hour nap from 2pm to 6pm today and why I’m having chocolate ice cream at midnight while writing this $(^*#&%&)^($*@&+!_% (stream of curse words I can’t repeat) post.
I did manage to take a break after my cat nap.
And then, after having my feet eaten up by yellow flies, mosquitoes and anything else looking for blood, I got to stub my toe on the front step while trying to avoid stepping on a cat who put on his breaks at the door jamb.
No, I’m not keeping the door open! I don’t want half the blood sucking vermin in Florida inside my house!
Then, it was back to work again, stubbed to be D@%&#d.
So, here I sit, thinking about going to bed and this happens
Yep. It’s gonna be a LONG night.