I am not going into work today.

No, I haven't been fired. Geez.

But I am not going to work today. I've cleared my calender  (except for one stupid meeting), cleared any expectations, cleared my desk (into my computer bag) and am not going to work today.

I'm going to "work from home." Which everyone who has every worked from home really looks something like...


Work for 30 minutes, change the laundry, work for ten minutes, go on twitter for ten rationalizing that you've gotten so much work done you deserve a break, work for ten more minutes, change the laundry again. Work for five minutes, yell up the stairs for SuperGirl to get out of bed and get ready for work. Spend twenty minutes crafting the perfect e-mail, stop go to the bottom of the stairs and yell that you really mean it this time SHE NEEDS TO GET UP RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE OR SHE'S GOING TO BE LATE, go back to work, Yell up the stairs again only to realize she's actually in the shower, drive said daughter to work and sneak off to get a pedicure while on your "lunch". Try to go back to work but really spend fifteen minutes staring at how pretty your toes turned out in an after lunch mid-afternoon stupor. Change the laundry again. Stare at the growing pile of laundry on your bed. Rationalize that you won't be able to concentrate if you don't fold the laundry. Fix the perfect cup of coffee. Go back downstairs and go back to work. Accomplish three things and call it a day.

Boy if I worked from home everyday I'd have buns of steel from running up and down the stairs all day.


But then again I probably wouldn't have a job any longer.