Even though I haven’t been motivated to vent my spleen in a while, I’m hammering out this post because we apparently have a new policy at CN where you could lose your blog space if you don’t post periodically or frequently enough or something.
Don’t feel neglected readers, I haven’t been posting on social media much either. On Facebook, if I post anything too liberal, my right-wing boyfriends come out of their basements to set me straight. And if I say anything that doesn’t perfectly align with the lefty talking points, my SJW girlfriends put me in check as well.
It. is. Exhausting.
How was your summer? Mine was meh. The weather this summer was, to use the technical term, sucky. For every decent weather day, there were two rainy, humid or hot as hell days. There weren’t as many sit on the front porch and enjoy my coffee (or back deck and wine) moments like last year. Because the weather wasn’t favorable, it wasn’t always possible to let the kids spend time in the backyard burning off energy.
We spent a considerable amount of money trying to get this house in shape for
if when we finally pull the trigger and decide to move. We love our house and our neighborhood, especially now that Portage Park is starting to become a little more trendy. But the house has some warts and with two growing kids, the thought of sharing the largest of 2.5 bathrooms with them doesn’t appeal to Nightingale. And there’s the school thing. Our neighborhood school is okay but not great.
On the other hand, would God put a Binny’s and a Culvers around the corner from us if she wanted us to move! Besides, we don’t know where to move. We don’t have any ties to any particular suburb here and a better school would mean less home than we have now or a much bigger mortgage. Nightingale’s family is mostly in Memphis and we wouldn’t fit in there.
A big change occurred at the office at the start of summer. By that I mean I no longer work at an office. One of the other work groups expanded and needed my seat. The dude in charge of office seating asked if I really, really, really, really needed a seat in the office. In spite of him being subtle, I was able to discern that he would rather not try to find me a seat. So rather than wind up in a broom closet, so now I’m 99.9999% WFH. I’ve gone into the office a total of three times since Memorial Day.
There are ups and downs of working 100% remote. When you are at the office but not at your desk, people assume you are somewhere nearby. In the breakroom, bathroom, meeting room, out having a smoke (even though they know you don’t smoke) or just out to lunch. Kidding; no one takes lunch in Corporate America.
But when you are home, if you don’t respond within one-tenth of a second to an email or Instant Message, you obviously must be in the backyard sipping margaritas and working on your tan. How absurd is that? I drink Manhattans, not margaritas.
On the other hand, it is nice not having an hour plus door-to-door commute. It’s even nicer when my kids aren’t being douche nuggets and I can get drop them off at daycare and get back with a little time before I clock in so I can sneak in a choir like mowing the lawn.
Let me know how your summer in the comments below and thanks for reading.
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