Sometimes when I’m sat at my desk fully aware that I have work to do… and emails that need some sort of acknowledgement… I have to stop the charade and Google what the kid from the 1986 classic Flight of the Navigator is up to now. This can vary from time to time. Sometimes I need to know (right there in that very moment of hating Microsoft Excel with every fibre of my being), whether there really was a ghost on the set of Three Men and a Baby.
Basically I am easily distracted. I also work from home, which means I am constantly surrounded by shiny things telling me not to work. However I have managed to train my brain over the years to not be a complete asshole and get enough work done so I’m not actually fired... But ya know... Netflix won't watch itself! Working from home usually sounds marvellous to those who have a ‘real job’. Now don’t get me wrong… I know how lucky I am and yes it’s super handy I can log on to my computer in my underwear. (Yep- let that semi naked image just marinade with you for a moment as you vomit ever so slightly into your mouth) BUT working from home also throws up other somewhat interesting issues and realisations when it becomes your same shit different day.