After two years of working from home, I returned to the office life this week. Everyone keeps asking me how I’m adjusting. Truth is, I am thrilled. Working from home was awesome at first, and there are certainly things about it that I will miss, but it’s really not all it’s cracked up to be. I never had the opportunity to be a lady who lunched. On the contrary, I was lucky to grab a protein bar in between meetings. I didn’t actually have time to do the laundry and prepare fabulous dinners while simultaneously checking email and managing conference calls. On the contrary, I was usually too busy to pee, let alone cook and clean. Finally, due to being on video chats all day, I never had the luxury of working in my underpants with curlers in my hair.
I work from home because I live in Virginia and my company’s main office is located on the other side of the country. Working from home was great when I was in the last few months of pregnancy and after returning to work from maternity leave. But I found that I enjoyed it less as the months went on. Friends and family would ask me how my job was going, and I heard myself saying less often “It’s so awesome! I have the best job in the universe!” and more often “It’s so awesome, except I wish I was in an office.”
So, lucky me, I have a colleague who will be working here in Virginia for up to six months, and my company was kind enough to get us an office to share while she is here. It’s twenty-five minutes down the road (super close by Virginia/DC standards) and has large windows.