Yesterday was the first Monday in a while where I didn’t have someplace to be or go. I chose to mow the lawn in the morning but the whole time I kept feeling like I was playing hooky.
That’s a problem unique to someone like me who has worked from home for so long. When a work-from-home employee loses his job, the recognition of being unemployed isn’t as strong. My home “office” still looks the same and the tug to be working there during business hours is still apparent. I’ve been channeling that pull into the task of finding another job but its a weird feeling nevertheless. I kept fighting the urge to dial into a conference call or something.