Working remotely has it’s perks – like staying in your pajamas all day and not having to shower. Or watching repeats of Toddlers & Tiaras on mute during a conference call. Even napping for 30 minutes when you’re supposed to be doing research. Technically, I was doing research. I was trying to determine if napping would make me more creative – it did not.
There are also plenty of pitfalls when working from home. Yesterday I got stuck watching Lucy(fer) and Damien for a few hours. Do you have any idea how hard it is to take a conference call when someone is demanding juice and the other one wants you to play puppies with her? It’s god awful.
Today, however, takes the cake. I was leaving a voicemail for the head of my division. That’s my boss’s boss’s boss, who is just two steps away from the head dude at Widgets & Co. As I’m nearing the end of my very professional voicemail message my mom walks in the room and starts yelling, “blah blah blah blah blah blah blah!” I start shooing her away from my hand, but that only makes her more persistent. She took two steps closer to me and screams into the phone in a mocking tone, “my name is Catherinette and I like to pretend I’m busy and important!”
I can only imagine what the hell this senior executive will think when she picks up her messages. God help me.
Perhaps I should send an email to my boss’s boss’s boss and tell her I was visiting my mother in a home for the mentally disturbed.