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Home sick blues
Jan. 18th, 2005 01:45 pmI love being home. I am a homebody. I like to travel, too, and I like to go out sometimes, but given a choice I will park my ass on the couch and write and watch tv/dvds and be happy with my lunatic cat and cozy slippers. But this working from home thing? I think I'm going to be sick of home really soon. Like, now, already. Part of it is that the new system for work is unbelievably bad -- talk about klugey. These dorks actually force you to use a fackin' freeware email program (Mozilla T-bird) that's really designed for individual web users and not for a company that sends 200-300 mails a day and does everything online. So work is frustrating, and slow, and one big fat kluge, and this laptop is impossible to type on but I can't hook the keyboard up yet because I had to get a USB hub and now I have to get a PS/2 to USB converter for the keyboard I took from the office for this stint. The idea of having to drive out and endure our torrential rain for this stupid converter, all the way to Renton, annoys me. If I'd known... I would have scavenged offices for a converter. Plus I can't get my printer to work, the computer doesn't seem able to recognize it so this is going to make life very difficult for me.
Two days and I'm already buggy and missing the egregious Microsoft campus. OTOH it *is* nice to be able to take a few minutes and kiss the kitty from time to time. Unfortunately it's so awkward that I can't just switch over to the Mac and work on writing stories. At least that would be something. There are tons of unresolved issues, of course, so we're hanging around, waiting to see if they'll ever be resolved. None of us can print from email, for instance -- you'd think they'd have figured that one out right up front, but no... A cynical part of me wonders if we'll ever get up to speed or if the next six months will be this jerry-rigged, duct-taped mess where we have to limp along, figuring out how to work around the things that don't work. I also found last night that even though I want to work on learning Final Cut, the idea of spending more time in this little room just did not appeal at all. I don't know if this is going to go away or if I will never do the things I need to, just to get the hell out of this ugly office space.
How do people who work at home maintain sanity? I realize few jobs are quite as crazed and fast paced as this one usually is (it's been interesting because all the writers are having email trauma, and so no copy is coming in and as a result it's weirdly quiet), so I'm more chained to the back room than most people would be, but... what do you do to not hate your little office and not let yourself feel like a crazed hermit? I have this awful feeling I'm going to become even more of a misanthrope than I already am.
OTOH I have this cool new mood theme of the F&F movies, totally courtesy of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mlyn, who not only made it, she uploaded it and everything because I'm too cranky to try to figure it out.
Two days and I'm already buggy and missing the egregious Microsoft campus. OTOH it *is* nice to be able to take a few minutes and kiss the kitty from time to time. Unfortunately it's so awkward that I can't just switch over to the Mac and work on writing stories. At least that would be something. There are tons of unresolved issues, of course, so we're hanging around, waiting to see if they'll ever be resolved. None of us can print from email, for instance -- you'd think they'd have figured that one out right up front, but no... A cynical part of me wonders if we'll ever get up to speed or if the next six months will be this jerry-rigged, duct-taped mess where we have to limp along, figuring out how to work around the things that don't work. I also found last night that even though I want to work on learning Final Cut, the idea of spending more time in this little room just did not appeal at all. I don't know if this is going to go away or if I will never do the things I need to, just to get the hell out of this ugly office space.
How do people who work at home maintain sanity? I realize few jobs are quite as crazed and fast paced as this one usually is (it's been interesting because all the writers are having email trauma, and so no copy is coming in and as a result it's weirdly quiet), so I'm more chained to the back room than most people would be, but... what do you do to not hate your little office and not let yourself feel like a crazed hermit? I have this awful feeling I'm going to become even more of a misanthrope than I already am.
OTOH I have this cool new mood theme of the F&F movies, totally courtesy of
mlyn, who not only made it, she uploaded it and everything because I'm too cranky to try to figure it out.
