Ask Lemmy

Really one day I realized I rather eat lunch with my cats than any of my coworkers and have never looked back

I know right. Being with my animals, (and I suppose, even my family) is priceless to me.

I'll have a puddle of cats on my bed whilst the GSD is wedged between my chair and the bed, my lights are off, my room is dark and cool with a silver of light coming through the top shades. I got my tunes playing and I'm not getting interrupted.

I got my computers around me, I'm running multiple processes. If I get tired I can roll onto the bed.

The dog and cats are just happy to hang, we play, do commands and I get to take my dog out for a long lunch time walk.

Sure the cats do talk back a bit but it's so much nicer to hear them meow then colleagues crapping about crap.

I hate going to work. I'm sitting in my office (forced to come in several days a week) and I realise I do not want to speak to a single person. Sometimes I try to avoid speaking to people for an entire day.

I guess it's the 20 years I spent running frontline customer service teams that makes you despise humanity. I am in absolutel awe that the vast majority of humans have mastered the skill of inhaling and exhaling. I'm still astounded that people have worked out how to use the buttons on their shirts, or worked out how to pull clothes onto their bodies.

Seriously I used to image customers sitting at the kitchen table with a shirt over their face and various items of clothes half on their limbs alwhilst trying, but missing, to insert a spoon of cereal into their mouths.

I cannot tell you how many times I've had to make sure the goddam fucking computer was turned on ("oh is that why internet didn't work?") before going through troubleshooting steps, only to be meet with a "oh wow it's working".

Argh.

The other thing about work from home is that 10 years ago when I started my job I might have taken 8 hours to do a particular job.

Now I'm able to do it in 1 hour (ok fine, 5 mins via scripting and shit). I don't need to explain or justify to my boss what I'm doing in the 7 hours as long as the job he pays me to do is getting done (I do time sensitive shit so it's also being available at a moments notice to jump into action).

Most jobs come down to attitude. Now yes I'm doing my own stuff, picking the kids up at 3pm, walking my dog at lunch, but when the shit hits the fan I'm up at 2am, getting stuff back up and running and hitting/beating deadlines. I don't mind the messy complex fucked up job and I don't whinge/give my boss grief (unlike most of the staff I work with). He knows he can give me shit and it'll get done, properly (not half assed), returned with even a bow tied across it and ready to present to his bosses without any further handling.

Otherwise WFH is just so superior to WFO, from a cost, time and sheer efficiency point of view.