Office Hobo, Away!

So I am now a work-vagrant. An office Hobo. A homeless journalist with my nose pressed against the glass of other newsrooms with their shiny computors an dnon-flooddamaged carpet...ok not really.

here's what happened: Valentine's day (because clearly mouldy carpet is romantic...), I pull into the office, barely get out of my care before BIT is storming towards me, to tell me to go home, there's ankle deep water in our office and the recycling boxes are holding a regatta. After a weekend of uncertainty, it became clear yesterday when we descended on the underwater wonderland of my paper to discover that no, this was not something that could be cleaned up with a little febreeze. They're going to have to pull out all the carpet, redo all the walls etc etc. All of this excites me no end. First, it means I had a really good excuse to clean my desk, which has, I'll admit, never been cleaner than right at this minute. It also means that perhaps my basement abode will suddenly have matching carpet that doesn't split at every doorway, internet and phone wires that are actually inside the walls as opposed to ducttaped down, and perhaps even the microwave will be moved from right beside my head and will stop trying to kill or steralize me...

but I digress. the point is now my work situation is the hybrid love child of our makeshift office at one of the company's other buildings (7 people squeezed into a tiny little conference room smaller than my kitchen) or my house. I get to experience that oft-fantasized about reality of :

get ready for it

are you ready?

here it comes....

god I hate this build up...

WORKING FROM HOME!

Now, on one hand, this excites me. I am currently working and writing from my bed. In my pajamas. surrounded by pillows and my duvet in a cloud of fluffy wonderfulness. This can only serve to leave me in a good mood. I turned my alarm off and am thus surprising well rested, I didn't have to commute so there goes the residual road rage and driving tension, there was no need to pack a lunch or any of the other thousand things I do every morning. And there is the possibility that I will be exceedingly efficient as I have nothing to distract me.

or I could go the entirely other direction and be a lazy skunk (because clearly odiferous mammels are lazy...damn skunks... with their laziness...). I turned my alarm off and am jus tnow getting going...at 11.  There's that bed that's beconing me, a really good book, lame tv, laundry to do. will these next three weeks be a prolonged weekend? who knows. Will my roommate kill me as I'm now interfering with his 'private time' (do I really want to know what he does alld ay???) and....

I miss my phone. a lot. That should be weird seeing as my office phone is a early 90's monstrosity of white plastic, BUT with it's pleasant buzzing, easy access, and abilty fo phone stalk on one hand and recieve call backs on the other, Imiss it. I have my cell, the naughty little mini-tramp, but it's just not the same. I will cheat on my office phone, but techno-baby, I will always come back :)