March 31, 2008

Why is it?

I am so frigging much more productive working at home.

For example, I have sent a number of critical emails, both work and personal, arranged the appointment for the puppy's spay (next Monday, poor puppy) and gotten the sheets off the bed to be changed as soon as the mattress cover comes out of the dryer. I also showered and sorted and started a load of laundry. Also on the work front, I read through a number of documents regarding our upcoming accreditation review.

AND I have been blog reading and twitter-ing AND watching baseball.(KC vs DET on ESPN).

AND I only got up 2.5 hours ago.

If I was at work I would have: commuted, made photocopies, and sent some emails.

I love working from home.


Oh, and for the record, you can also keep up with me courtesy of my twitter page.

Posted by caltechgirl at March 31, 2008 12:46 PM | TrackBack
Comments

I notice that too. If I have anything really crucial and concentration-intensive (like going over proofs of an article or grading student research papers), I have to take it home and work on it.

I think for me, psychologically, when I'm at work, I have in the back of my mind, "You can be interrupted any moment" (and I often AM) and I can't focus on things as well. At home, I know my phone's unlikely to ring (the students know that it dang well better be an end-of-the-world-is-nigh type emergency before they call me at home) and no one's going to come knocking on my door "just because" I'm in and they're bored.

Yes, I can shut my office door at work but that doesn't keep people from calling/e-mailing/knocking on my door. I guess when I take stuff home everyone realizes that I really MEAN "I need not to be interrupted on this" but they don't believe it when I stay in my office...

Posted by: ricki at March 31, 2008 06:01 PM

Well, of course *I* highly recommend it. :)

I'm already twitterin' ya, babe. (I know, I don't know the lingo.)

Posted by: Margi at April 2, 2008 09:46 PM

P.S. You're far more organized than I am, but there are approximately 1.25 days like you described in my typical week. The other, leftover days? They're a lot of rushing around and typing frantically to make a deadline.

ALL DAY IN MY JAMMIES.

Mweheh.

(Actualy? I lie. I've taken to wearing scrubs for casual-work attire. Comfy as jammies but not as embarrassing if you have to run to the store. Heh.)

Posted by: Margi at April 2, 2008 09:48 PM

Boy for a day.
Speaking of spaying, our neighbors gave us a cat named Ming Ming. A pretty little thing. Hairy too. When the time came, I took her to be spayed. The vet asked "why do you want to spay this cat?" I said "because we get all of our animals fixed" He repeated "but why do you want to get this cat spayed?" I said "because it is time" He smiled and asked "who told you this cat was a girl?" He held up the cat. He said, as he pushed up Ming Ming's two little peas in a pod, "he's a boy. You see, here are his testicles." I thought for a second and then said "o.k., then cut them off."
Tiresias has nothing on him. (thank you Genesis - Cinema Show)
Should have called this story Three minute eggs.

Posted by: Ant at April 3, 2008 11:08 PM