Working from home, as told by Rookie Hoskins
An entire week of working from home has taught me quite a bit. I’ve perfected my morning cup of coffee, discovered where in my house has the strongest connection to Wi-Fi, and made the clear distinction in my closet between daytime versus nighttime pajamas.
This being said, I know no one would really care about a random Internet person documenting their experiences of this new normal, so I figured I’d use Rookie Hoskins as my surrogate.
Because one, everyone loves dogs and two, even if you don’t, as a Philly fan, you are contractually obligated to like the Big Fella’s fella.
Monday:
Waking up at 8:55 for the 9:00 morning call.
Tuesday:
Quarantine can’t stop productivity.
Wednesday:
Who thought that virtual Happy Hour was a good idea? And why did I agree to it…
Thursday:
Losing track of time. It turns out it isn’t Friday yet. That stinks.
Friday:
End of the work week. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do.
Saturday:
Took four naps today to stop myself from eating all of my quarantine snacks. It didn’t work.
Sunday (Morning):
Can’t brunch with friends because of social distancing – what is the point of Sunday?
Sunday (Night):
Here we go again.
Rookie, you are the goodest of all boys and the realest of all moods.
