I have worked from home for the past eight years, and I love it. I don’t have to get dressed unless I’m going somewhere, or I want to remind my husband that I can still be cute. I can work with cats on my lap, a Maltese on my legs, and a big black Lab/Dane puppy on the floor next to me. I can eat what I want for lunch, and I never have to endure stall talk in the bathroom. For an introvert, working at home is heaven.
Since I work from home and my schedule is a bit more flexible, I do have to sometimes run errands during the business day. Not only does that involve putting on big girl clothes, but it also involves talking to people I don’t know. UGH! Yesterday was such a day. I had to sit at the VW dealership and wait for my car to have a thirty-day new car check up. The official waiting room was crowded and too small for my comfort. In addition to being introverted, I’m also claustrophobic. Score! So, I sat at a table overlooking the show room floor, where all people were at least six feet away.
I prepared for this trip. I was armed with a Verizon Jetpack Mifi device, a MacBook Pro (SO not a PC girl), and an incredible focus on my work. I tried to just focus on work so that I would not need to make small talk about the weather or German engineering. The sales and service people just did not get this. I was offered three beverages in nine minutes. Seriously! I wanted to yell, “I’m not thirsty! Just stop talking to me!” Instead, I smiled, pretended to be normal, and said, “No, thank you.” Another salesman, apparently named Tom, stopped to joke with me because I have a Tom’s sticker on my Mac. He said, “That’s my computer.” I wanted to ask him, “Are you trying to flirt with me or sell me a car? Either way, I’m so not interested.” I didn’t. I just laughed and explained that I got it when I ordered my son’s shoes. I swear. I should be an actress, in an online show, of course. There’s no way I will go to a studio every day.