The rumours are true. I recently spent nine days in Toronto, commuting to Mississauga and working IN AN ACTUAL OFFICE. Jealous? You should be. It was fucking AWESOME, or, if you will,"f 'awesome".
I made some notes about the experience, which I plan to include in my ongoing anthropological study of office life vs. my actual life. I find it helpful to compare and contrast the activities I participated in at the office with my usual work from home routine.
Lest you fear to join me on this journey into oft-charted waters, let me assure you of this: I wore pants the whole time.
| Activity | Working from Home | Working at the Office |
| Getting to work | - Get up at 6:00 a.m.
- Make coffee
- Start working
| - Get up at 6:00 a.m.
- Groom
- Put on the pants
- Go down to lobby for hotel breakfast
- Take 20 minute walk to Union Stn
- Buy GO ticket
- Get on 7:55 a.m. train
- 30 minute ride to Clarkson Stn
- Knit
- Get picked up by lovely, accommodating co-worker
- Go to Tim Horton's
- Get into it with douchebag who tries to cut us in the line
- Get to the window and find that the lady in front of us in line has bought our coffee
- Feel warm glow
- Consider paying it forward, then realize that would mean we'd be paying for the douchebag's coffee
- DENIED
- Arrive at office at 9:00 a.m.
- Start working
|
| Meetings | - Take place in office (i.e. our dining room)
- Include whole team (me and Katr)
- Often feature hand puppets
- Possible snacks (fruit, carrots, fuzzy peaches candy, black licorice cigars)
| - Take place in boardroom with projector
- Include whole team (~10 people)
- Often feature slides, charts, spreadsheets
- Ice cream cake is served
|
| Bathroom breaks | Frequent and lengthy, due to variety of enticing reading material | Rare and harried, due to there being one single seater for 60 women |
| Lunch | Good days: Leftovers, salad, sandwich, Daily Show Bad days: Chips | Good days: Delicious meal at nice restaurant Bad days: Harvey's (still pretty good) |
| Work | Far less slackery than you might expect | Oh, hell yes |
| Distractions | - Hilarious co-worker
- Cute dog
- Being felt up
- Facebook
| - Hilarious co-workers
- Ice cream cake
- Inflatable driving range in the parking lot
- Being told by tech support that Facebook is not allowed at office, even though it is a valid social media tool, but WHATEVER, this shit would never fly at MY office
|
| Getting home from work | - Look around
- Note that I am at home
- Continue working
| - Get ride to train stn from lovely co-worker
- Get on 5:38 p.m. train
- Get close-talked to by stale-breathed, spitting, deaf, irate GO train aficionado
- Try not to gag
- Feel gum getting stale
- Remember what happened last time I spit my gum out at the GO Stn
- Swallow gum
- Get to Union at 6:10 p.m.
- Take 20 minute walk back to hotel, constantly tugging at the back of my shirt, which my laptop backpack is causing to ride endlessly up over my ass
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| Nickname assigned by boss | Redacted | "Poopsie" |
| Less than stellar moments | Injuring my shoulder while punching the air and chair-dancing to Eye of the Tiger | Using my own blog as an example in my Windows Live Writer presentation. The client informs me that "Rock Out With Your Cock Out" is not a category they use on their corporate blog. |
| Triumphs | - Getting key tactical information without any Bothans dying
- Not having chips for lunch
- Getting the dog to sit in the park
| - Not getting any significant food stains on my office clothes
- Not referring to the bathroom as "the ladies shitter"
- Being there the week they had ice cream cake
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Please note that this is only the first draft of my report. I hope to produce the definitive work on the subject. Stay tuned for my next anthropological study entitled: Pants. Why?