The Artist Formerly Known As Office Monkey

So, here I am, a working blogger, happily waking up in quite a leisurely fashion and getting to do my work in my pajamas. I can eat breakfast while I write up my posts and have found that most of my work gets done from about 7:30AM until 10:30AM, leaving most of my afternoon free to do as I please. I don't have someone looking over my shoulder, checking on my work. There is no busy work here in my new office, which looks an awful lot like my breakfast nook. Things are good in a lot of ways.

But I have to admit that it can get a little lonely. I'm not saying that I miss the drudgery of the 9 to 5, as much as I miss the cameraderie formed between us soldiers in the trenches. Where are my buddies, with whom I would meet in the kitchen for a kick of caffeine to keep us going for the rest of the day? They're not in my apartment, that's for sure.

My boyfriend tells me he's jealous because I get to work from home. And, I admit that I love most of it wholeheartedly. But it does feel weird, not having someone to turn to and crack a joke. Or ask them what they're planning on doing for lunch.

I feel like a celebrity complaining about the pitfalls of fame. Why do the press hound me so? For me, it's just a question of figuring out how to keep from turning into a complete shut-in during the day.

Maybe I need to build my own office--start my own business somehow. Get some cubicle walls and create my own office environment.

Perhaps if I build it, they will come.