Man On An Island
I want to take a second to talk about my day job. Sort of. I’m not going into a great amount of detail about what I do, but I’m going to talk about where I do it. The job I have is a work from home job. I started working for this company in August of 2021, and I’m very happy with where I’ve ended up. I’m making the money I was making before the pandemic, the bills are getting paid, I have nothing to complain about.
Almost.
I want to talk to you about something I’ll call “Man on an Island Syndrome”, and the more and more I think about it, the more I think this is the source of the deep blue funk I’ve been in. If you work from home, it’s very easy to get into a rut. You sit on your ass in the office, you sit on your ass on the couch, you sleep, you eat, you gain 15 pounds, you get lethargic and don’t want to do anything, and then you get depressed, and when I say you I mean me all GD day.
You, a human being that is hopefully blessed with two brain cells that fire in succession and a modicum of common sense, may know this to be true, and I am happy to tell you that you are right. However, there have been times in my life where I didn’t HAVE two brain cells that fire and succession or even a quark of common sense and THIS has been one of those times. How do I know this? Because on Monday I got the hell out of the house, drove up the Eastern Shore to Ocean City…
