Here's a confession I will doubtless be made to regret: I miss my coworkers. There, you bastards, I said it. Five years is no small hunk of time to spend each day with more or less the same group of people, and I can say with a straight face that I grew fonder of them as the days went by. A few times a year, things would get pretty hectic around that old bookstore, but my friends were always there to pick me up. And of course nothing was better than when Marcelita showed up with some of the good cooking she should be serving at her own restaurant.
That said, you can't beat working from home! Though I've only been at it for three weeks, the advantages have already begun to reveal themselves:
More time spent with my sometimes-popular wife.
More time with the McBonerito.
25-minute driving commute reduced to 3.5 second walk to office.
Gas-chugging McBonemobile stays parked.
No fucking fax machine.
Record player essential office equipment.
Nerfoop brainstorming sessions.
Two hour YouTube breaks.
Three martini lunches.
More festive meetings:
Naps on office futon.
No pants required.
No hygiene required.
Yep, a guy could get used to this real fast. So, while I lament the absence of the fine folks from Ivy Tech, I think I'll stick with this new gig for a while.