I’ve been doing some work from home. I used to dream of working from home: the freedom! The comfort! The unstyled hair! (Refraining from the obvious and overused anecdote about working in one’s underwear.) But with two kids in a 2-bedroom apartment, working from home wasn’t the ideal I made it out to be.
The kids could be a distraction, but it wasn’t anything that a set of cranked headphones couldn’t fix. My work setup was the real problem. It’s really true that you get what you pay for, so given the $10 investment into office furniture, I shouldn’t be surprised. Continue reading