“capitol N, small Y, big fucking Q”
much has been written about the benefits of telecommuting – arguments including everything from easing traffic congestion & environmental impact, to the freedom to work in your bathrobe, to productivity skyrocketing without your own personal Lumbergh constantly dropping by. those first two hit close to home for me, as my “onsite” is currently 100 miles from my “offsite” (i cross three state lines on my drive to work), and i’m a big fan of hanging out in my undies. so sitting 100 miles from work any given wednesday writing music in my delicates suits me just fine. as for the third argument, i personally don’t have any Lumberghs in my life (hallelujah), so productivity is about the same either way. (hm, come to think of it…*i* am probably the Lumbergh to a couple folks around the office. they too probably wholeheartedly endorse the concept of my telecommuting.)
well today i’ve got another argument for telecommuting: the “i’m-sick-as-a-dog-but-this-shit’s-got-to-get-done” argument. the mind is willing, but the body is in open revolt. so fire up the IM, email, and sequencer, grab a box of tissues and a bucket to catch the saliva & mucas running unchecked from the front of my head, and we’re off! let’s just hope my muse isn’t as lightheaded and woozy as i am, else everything i write might come out sounding like the end of a day in the life.
