So I’m working from home again. Did it for years, and I couldn’t imagine doing anything else. As I’ve heard, I’m skippin’ to different congas than the general population. Then I worked at as pleasant a workplace I could possibly imagine before beginning stints of Funemployment and outright joblessness at the house.
Well, lemme tell ya…this stint working form home is different than the last. Since I do the show from my office upstairs, I find myself spending more time in here than I did before. My spot up here has a window directly to my right.
It’s starting to freak me out.
Seriously, people just drive past all day long. Why aren’t they at work? I haven’t seen any foreclosure signs go up, so I imagine everyone’s hanging in there pretty tough. But man, if this isn’t turning me into an old person, I don’t know what is.
Don’t pick on that old lady that stays in her window. I get where she’s coming from. When people are just around, and you can see ’em, you gotta at least try to get a handle on their intentions. And, if you’re close enough to give somebody that “I ain’t the one look,” you might be saving five-oh a trip to the neighborhood.
The only this could be worse would be if teenagers lived in the neighborhood. Their bad asses got the day off school because of snOMG, but the weather’s been okay. That means the one with cars would be terrorizing the mall and the movies, while the immobile ones would just be walking around here with mischief on their minds. I’d sit in my window with a broomstick, hoping the kids mistake it for something I could swing on ’em.
So yeah, that’s what I’ve learned form this new stint of working out home — that the outside world’s a scarier place then you can tell from your office.
