So week one of working from home is now under my belt. Five days of steady decline into slovenliness.
I began the week by waking up at 7:30 with all intentions of developing a professional routine. I showered. I brushed my teeth. I prepared a grown-up breakfast of cheerios and half a grapefruit. I even put on shoes. I met the arrangement with anticipation comparable to my first day of first grade. The only thing missing was the lunch I packed for myself a week early.
I took the time to make sure my network connection was working properly (it wasn't), I verified that I had access to my e-mail (I didn't), and I made sure all of the necessary programs were uploaded onto my computer (they weren't). I spent the first hour of work on Monday on the phone with tech support. I spent the second hour of work on a conference call with 70 other representatives, listening to our trainer explain to one very confused individual out of DC how to save a website to her favorites (it was eventually discovered that this particular rep was in her e-mail browser and not a web browser).
Cut to Friday, I rolled out of bed at 9:15, splashed some water on my face, changed out of the shirt I slept in (after some debate on whether or not it was necessary to do so), and settled in at my desk for another eight hours of training. No shoes.
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