Working from home: a memoir
Nov. 22nd, 2010 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI used to be good at this, damn it. I used to do it all the time. Home was where I worked; if I was home, I was pretty much working.
Things change, demonstrably. Inter alia, people discover the Lit & Phil. Which is a very splendid home-away-from-home, and a fine substitute office, but really should not be used as a replacement.
Something in me is starting to think I can only work (or I need only work) at the Lit & Phil. Which is kinda lethal, actually. So long as I keep coming home in the early afternoon, it is. I need to rediscover the art of working here, where I live, where I find myself, where I am.
Especially now, with the weather closing in and snow threatened. There will be days I don't get to town, days I can't. Indeed, tomorrow morning I can't (engineer-guy coming to attend to nasty buzz on telephone line). I have deadlines looming in my head, an urgent need to get ahead of myself rather than dragging along behind; and I still sit here footling. Reading the internets. Talking to the internets, that too. This too.
(In related news, ongoing Adventures in Ubuntu would be easier if the Lit & Phil's wifi hadn't suddenly become flaky to the point of barely working at all. And no, that's not Ubuntu, it was like this all last week in Windows too. It lets me in and then it cuts me off. Which might be a good thing, technically, workwise - but it plays havoc with my oh-so-organised file transfer system, which is the whole point of the Ubuntu/wifi/online experiment in the first place...)
Things change, demonstrably. Inter alia, people discover the Lit & Phil. Which is a very splendid home-away-from-home, and a fine substitute office, but really should not be used as a replacement.
Something in me is starting to think I can only work (or I need only work) at the Lit & Phil. Which is kinda lethal, actually. So long as I keep coming home in the early afternoon, it is. I need to rediscover the art of working here, where I live, where I find myself, where I am.
Especially now, with the weather closing in and snow threatened. There will be days I don't get to town, days I can't. Indeed, tomorrow morning I can't (engineer-guy coming to attend to nasty buzz on telephone line). I have deadlines looming in my head, an urgent need to get ahead of myself rather than dragging along behind; and I still sit here footling. Reading the internets. Talking to the internets, that too. This too.
(In related news, ongoing Adventures in Ubuntu would be easier if the Lit & Phil's wifi hadn't suddenly become flaky to the point of barely working at all. And no, that's not Ubuntu, it was like this all last week in Windows too. It lets me in and then it cuts me off. Which might be a good thing, technically, workwise - but it plays havoc with my oh-so-organised file transfer system, which is the whole point of the Ubuntu/wifi/online experiment in the first place...)