Nothing much has changed at the House of Paulk. The Husband’s job appears to be having him work alternate weeks, mine has me remote until mid May at the earliest, the cats are rambunctious and I’ve decided that the next time I get a new work laptop, it must have a side-mounted on switch to protect it from feline shutdowns.
Oh, and I should probably order a new network cable from Amazon, because the little plastic doovy that keeps it sitting in the port until you press down on it has broken off which means every time the cats get excessively frisky my work machine gets disconnected. So, yeah, several times a day.
Such is the new normal around here.
I actually kind-of-sort-of enjoy it. It’s nice not to have a commute that consists of walking to my chair and turning the work machine on – although if I were doing this on a permanent-permanent basis, I’d have the work machine at its own desk instead of beside my personal machine.
At its own desk and with multiple monitors. It’s actually kind of awkward to do some of the things I usually do because I’m used to them being on separate monitors.
Still, it’s nice to actually be home and not having to deal with peak traffic or the other indignities of commuting. It’s also nice not to be in that damned building. I’ve not had a really bad headache the entire time I’ve been working from home, and I’ve had more energy after work most of the time – after work in this case being defined as “shutting the work machine down”.
It makes a nice delineation: when I’m done for the day, I shut the work system down, close the lid, then start on whatever I’m doing afterwards. Lesson noted for the next time I find myself in a position to write full time.
One interesting thing I’ve noticed is that there’s a definite tendency for more general chit-chat over Slack, especially in (surprise!) the general chit-chat channel. Obviously we’re all wanting the social interaction we’d normally have in the building, and that’s where it’s happening. That and pet photos, jokes and so forth mixed in with commentary about what’s going on for each of us. It helps.
As Pratchett put it, if you don’t get enough time with other people, you come under your own influence, and that isn’t a good thing because you don’t get your odder angles rubbed off, as it were. Isolation drives people insane, even uber-introverts like me (I might not interact all that much, but I do tend to be less insane if I can spend part of each day with other people in the vicinity. If not, when I have conversations with the cats their answers start getting a bit… um…).
Now all I need to do is keep on keeping on and hoping I don’t drive myself around the twist. I’ve managed so far – although there is definitely going to be a joke about me never going near a hospital again since the last time I did the whole damn state went into lockdown (yeah, not quite, but… the work from home order came the day after I had a colonoscopy done, so close enough for joke purposes).