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Mundane Household Chores are Hijacking my Professional Life
I would like to put more thought into this subtitle but there are dishes to be cleaned.
At university, I had a certain idea of what my professional life would look like. I pictured boardroom meetings, Italian suits, and pulling a business card out of my pocket like I was drawing a sword from its sheath. I saw myself walking down hallways with a phone stuck to my ear and a gaggle of yes-men hastily jotting notes behind me. Basically, I thought I’d be a mix of Ari Gold and the entire cast of Mad Men. And the prospect was exquisite.
Unfortunately it’s all played out a little less sexy.
Working from home, on my own, is the antithesis of the Mad Men life I had envisioned. I sit in silence most of the day. I dress like I’m constantly on the brink of eating cereal and I rarely, if ever, have to take an urgent call. I don’t take clients out for lunch or get my assistant to grab me a quick coffee. The only person I get to order around is my Alexa, and she barely listens.
But the thing that muddies the waters most is the setting. I can sit in my home office all I want. But that one additional ‘h’ word changes everything. Being at home means that household chores are never far away, and they’re completely hijacking my…
