I wake up to my third alarm. Per my request, my iPhone screen encourages me, “WAKE UP. YOU HAVE A LONG SHIFT TODAY”. It’s amazing how much more difficult it is to pull yourself out of bed when you know that there isn’t a whole office full of your superiors awaiting your arrival. I’ve found that if I don’t hold myself accountable, no one else will. Hence, multiple alarms with multiple threatening messages.
En route to my favorite coffee shop, I pass my favorite bakery. It is slightly dangerous that both of these locales are within two blocks of my apartment. I convince myself to continue past the bakery, promising myself that if I work out after my shifts today and tomorrow, I can stop for a pistachio baklava on Wednesday.
I sit on a café barstool facing the window with an iced coffee, orienting myself for the day. I check my email, create a list of priorities, and begin my first task. I can already tell that I’m on a roll today, which is good. It’s hard to motivate yourself when you work alone, so a little caffeine and enthusiasm go a long way.
The task I’m working on is tedious and after about two hours I start to lose focus. My eyes are tired from looking at the computer screen, so I let my gaze wander to the city streets on the other side of the glass. I laugh with a café employee as his moped gets tangled in an extension cord outside. In the absence of my real coworkers, it’s nice to have these honorary coworkers. I watch the rain as it falls in sheets, encouraging a wide array of personalities and demographics to duck into the café for reprieve. As disheveled as they look, they are as happy as I am that this weather is dramatically (albeit briefly) lowering the heat index.
Back to work drafting questions for a survey project. I can tell I’m fading, but I want to squeeze 30 more minutes in before I take my lunch break.
The rain is starting to let up, and I don’t know how much time I have before it starts to pour again. I pack up my laptop, bid my café “coworkers” adieu, and walk home for lunch.
I eat my handcrafted sandwich while talking to my mother on the phone. I hate eating meals alone, so I’ve gotten in the habit of calling a friend or family member on my lunch breaks if I’m unable to meet up with anyone. I recount the weekend’s adventures in Midtown and Williamsburg, with a complete analysis of the people I met and an elaborate description of our experience at Sing Sing Karaoke. After a prolonged goodbye (as is always the case with the two of us—longwindedness runs in our maternal line), I grab my backpack and head south a few blocks to the nearest Queens public library.
I’m back “on the clock”, but it takes a few minutes to refocus on my work in the new location. I like this library a lot—free wi-fi with a library card, and there are a lot of different types of people coming in and out. The energy of the interactions sparks my creativity, so I decide to shift gears to something a little more fun. After 30 minutes of researching, I construct a blog about the benefits of telework and why organizations should adopt telework programs. This is, after all, a big chunk of my specialization within this position, so I figured putting it in a blog format would be a great way to simplify and consolidate some of my research. I have a little fun searching for a Dilbert cartoon to include, and then submit the blog to my supervisor.
Now what? I’ve made a pretty big dent in my main project, and I’ve even finished a blog. I start to worry that I won’t be able to find anything else to do until 5:00 pm, so I start to look at my long-term priority list. I’m feeling eloquent, so I opt to write a second blog for the day.
I catch my mind wandering as I’m writing this blog, and I glance up to see a man with kind eyes teach his daughter about libraries. For as many jerks as there are in NYC, it is so refreshing to see this interaction. The dad encourages her to interact with the librarian independently, and the librarian treats the five-year-old girl as if her request is the absolute most important intellectual question he’s encountered on the job. This is not at all pertinent to my work, but there’s something about witnessing this positive exchange that breathes life into me and reminds me of how much I enjoy “working from home” when I force myself out of the house for a few hours.
I am wrapping up my blog, so I rack my brain for what to do with my last hour “at work”. I decide to return to my original task to bring it to a more final product. I set a goal to send the draft to my team members by the end of the day so that they can give me feedback by the end of the week.
I’ve achieved my goal and sent out the draft. I spend my last twenty minutes polishing the blog and checking email. I plan to stop at the grocery store on the way home, and then work out before dinner. That pistachio baklava is calling my name.
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Note: This blog was written in the summer of 2013 by our amazing remote intern, Sarah Chatfield.