Update: Back Home
Just reread my post from January, when I first started commuting to Midtown. Well, that lasted 8 months, and then I took a job in recruiting and am typing this from my bed two months into my new work-from-home-again job. So, yes, commuting turned out to be miserable. Actually, not miserable so much as just not as convenient as NOT commuting. If given the option of a great job where I have to go to an office every day, or a boring job where I don’t, looks like I’ll take boring. Does this mean I’m lazy, or is it proof that I know what’s important in life? Maybe a little of both. I suppose if I were to be paid significantly more money to go to an office AND the job was a lot more interesting, then I’d probably do it. Or maybe if I ever got off my ass and switched careers and was doing work in nutrition, then going to an office would be my first choice. Not sure. In the end, for me, outside of some fits and starts of thinking I should be doing something worthwhile with my life, work is work. If I can do it in my pajamas, all the better.
