I ain’t braggin’ or nuttin’ but I’ve got a sweet workspace in a corner of Fortress Mamea: trusty Powerbook, USB hub, ergonomic keyboard, a wee print of Oriental Bay to remind me of my hometoon, multimedia speakers (and headphones for when I’m playing Meth), small but significant things from, or of, my lovely family, wifi, and enough desk space for my growing external hard-drive collection. Work gets done in that little corner.
Not as much as I’d like, but.
Emma Hart says it best about working from home: having thought about providing some helpful advice for fellow earthquake-affected Cantabrians forced to work from home for possibly the first time in their lives —
I got right on [to it], and slightly over a week later, the typing started. There were a few games of solitaire first, of course, and some time spent chair-dancing while I warmed up, and since the top of this page I’ve checked Twitter six times and it’s one in the morning. Which is kind of appropriate [Game of Scramble] because one of the hardest things to deal with when you’re working from home [check comments at The Stroppery] is distractions.
There’s more where that came from.
As for me, once I’ve clicked the Publish button for this post, watched the news, had dinner (The Boy‘s doing macaroni cheese tonight), checked my blogfeeds, watched some appointment telly with The Goddess, checked the newsfeeds, and walked The Dog, I’ll be ready to rumble.
