I NEVER wear my glasses. I haven't worn them since I last worked, over 138 days ago! I only ever need them when I am doing a lot of dirty things at once involving computer screens, thinking and writing. This is an outrage! Soon my back will be aching and I will try and order stationery from the fourteenth floor but will be thwarted, for there is no fourteenth floor in my ground floor flat (complete with a cheery Postroom containing hard backed blue books, biros and staplers). If I want stationery nowadays I have to go to WHSmith and buy it with my own hands, using my own monkey money.
The phone is ringing. There is no-one to answer it. And the printer is broken! I need an IT department! There is no-one to get me tea, or order me a cab. There is no-one to say "what do you think?" to, or to make do my work so I can put my feet up on my desk and eat sweets. There is just me, the stupid fat fuckwit cat, my slowly aching back and my ill-fitting spectacles with a random blob of pointless Superglue somewhere it was not needed in the first place.
I am now Not At All Sure about this working from home lark.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
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5 comments:
Are you sure it's plugged in at the wall?
What, the cat?
Ahh but just think that the only cranky co-worker you have to deal with is the cat!
Working from home rocks!
You don't tend to see that much 'thwarting' these days. Shame.
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