Why I Yearn To Work From Home
The plight of the commuter is all to real
Is there anything more alluring than the thought of working from the comforts of your own home? What could be better? All I want is to work in my pajamas and stop dressing weirdly formally for no reason at all.
But more than anything else, I just want to ditch my commute.
I don’t know about you, but I cannot stand commuting. I commute about 35 minutes to and from work every day. And even worse, I do it in the Chicago suburbs where everyone drives like a freaking savage.
In the suburbs, commuter culture reigns supreme. Even places that feel like they should be nearby are still over ten minutes away, and everyone is apparently fine with that.
Commuting isn’t just a major inconvenience. Commuting isn’t just an incredibly stressful time where you get repeatedly cut off by bros in Jeeps and BMW’s. Commuting isn’t just a time to get trapped behind a semi-truck and someone driving five below the speed limit.
No, commuting isn’t just one of those things. No, commuting is a contagion.
Commuting is a cancer that spreads throughout the office, and it spreads in the form of people talking about commuting.
