Work From Home Friday
Work From Home Friday. The most glorious day of the week. You were on the road for the past four days and endured turbulence, smelly Vital car drivers, a double bed room, hair in the shower, stained towels, driving around Miami—the capital of luxury cars—in a gold Impala from Avis, a thorough pat down by security, being one of five Jews in Boise, a three hour flight delay on the runway next to a talker, thousand island dressing and mayonnaise on everything you order, no cell service, ants in your hotel room, Room Service Man telling you that he likes your pjammahs (very creepy), driving on scary highways, the threat of DC pants and pastels, 3 Team Lunches and 1 Team Dinner. You are so tired. You reward yourself by working from home.
Your NYC apartment is smaller than your hotel room. The apartment is one room, so you aren’t going to dedicate precious real estate to an office. Instead, you convert your kitchen table or, better yet, your couch into a work station. You move the ottoman over to the couch to act as a make shift desk. When sitting on your couch and your laptop is on the ottoman, you have a perfect view of two essential screens—laptop and television—right in sight. You think that the only view better than this one is sunset over Sag Harbor.
The majority of Team Members are also working from home. For some reason, everyone usually keeps this information to themselves. You may say that you have a repair man coming to your apartment or have a doctor’s appointment that is on the opposite side of the city from the office. You always use your cell phone. You’re not sure why, but everyone seems to do the same. You do a little bit of work, but Work From Home Friday should really be Working the Morning From Home Friday. Or Conference Calls From Home Friday. You have your life to catch up on.
Work From Home Friday is incredibly relaxing and gives you a chance to recharge. Of course, being the domestic goddess that you are, you have some work around the house to take care of. It’s been about 24-hours since you’ve packed your carry-ons, so now you have to unpack. You drop off at the dry cleaners, go food shopping for twizzlers and other essential items, clean your apartment and make your bed. You remember what life is like without Housekeeping at the press of a button—it sort of sucks.
Friday is the day that you become a New Yorker again. You have a Murray’s bagel. You go to Starbucks—one of four within a three block radius. You walk to the “big” supermarket, passing about eight different 24-hour delis on your way. You stand on line at Duane Reade for about seven minutes and think that the line is moving so quickly. You refill your Metro Card. You get a $9 manicure. You love that you have Anthropoligie, J Crew, Gap, Intermix, and Banana all a couple blocks away. You’ll buy clothes for next week in the hopes that it will make Impending Doom Sunday packing a little bit easier. You live within a block of Au Bon Pain and Subway and wonder how you eat there during the work week. Your doorman welcomes you home. You say, thanks, I’m home for a while--forgetting that you have to repeat this entire travel cycle all over again and again and again and again….
Safe travels,
Jammahs
Your NYC apartment is smaller than your hotel room. The apartment is one room, so you aren’t going to dedicate precious real estate to an office. Instead, you convert your kitchen table or, better yet, your couch into a work station. You move the ottoman over to the couch to act as a make shift desk. When sitting on your couch and your laptop is on the ottoman, you have a perfect view of two essential screens—laptop and television—right in sight. You think that the only view better than this one is sunset over Sag Harbor.
The majority of Team Members are also working from home. For some reason, everyone usually keeps this information to themselves. You may say that you have a repair man coming to your apartment or have a doctor’s appointment that is on the opposite side of the city from the office. You always use your cell phone. You’re not sure why, but everyone seems to do the same. You do a little bit of work, but Work From Home Friday should really be Working the Morning From Home Friday. Or Conference Calls From Home Friday. You have your life to catch up on.
Work From Home Friday is incredibly relaxing and gives you a chance to recharge. Of course, being the domestic goddess that you are, you have some work around the house to take care of. It’s been about 24-hours since you’ve packed your carry-ons, so now you have to unpack. You drop off at the dry cleaners, go food shopping for twizzlers and other essential items, clean your apartment and make your bed. You remember what life is like without Housekeeping at the press of a button—it sort of sucks.
Friday is the day that you become a New Yorker again. You have a Murray’s bagel. You go to Starbucks—one of four within a three block radius. You walk to the “big” supermarket, passing about eight different 24-hour delis on your way. You stand on line at Duane Reade for about seven minutes and think that the line is moving so quickly. You refill your Metro Card. You get a $9 manicure. You love that you have Anthropoligie, J Crew, Gap, Intermix, and Banana all a couple blocks away. You’ll buy clothes for next week in the hopes that it will make Impending Doom Sunday packing a little bit easier. You live within a block of Au Bon Pain and Subway and wonder how you eat there during the work week. Your doorman welcomes you home. You say, thanks, I’m home for a while--forgetting that you have to repeat this entire travel cycle all over again and again and again and again….
Safe travels,
Jammahs
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