Working from home is an interesting beast. There is no dress code, no time clock, no deadlines, and, consequently, no paychecks. Also, you are both never at work and always at work at the same time.
When I gave up my steady nursing job on Star Wars Day, May the 4th (be with you), my primary job became full time captain of our family’s ship. If there were an actual ship, with sails to hoist, hatches to batten down, and the like, that might be enough to keep me sufficiently engaged, but, there is no actual ship, just lots of cooking, dishes, laundry, and children's moral frameworks to structure. Whatever, I'm still a captain.
I hesitated writing a post about Sandy and the storm’s effects on my household because there are so many people that are still struggling. My own minor inconveniences were rather trivial in comparison.
However, that could be said about my life at any moment. As a person who lives in a wealthy nation with dependable (usually) access to clean water, electricity, and a ridiculous amount of food, just about anything I might express displeasure about would appear frivolous and self-involved on a global scale. Does me whining become proportionally more insensitive the closer the tragedy gets to me?
Then I realized I was overlooking a fundamental truth of human nature: People love to whine and complain, but nobody really wants to listen to other people whining and complaining. Ever. So I chucked the whiny post that I wrote while still waiting for the power to come back on and I’ve instead decided to discuss the five things I was grateful for after Sandy took my power away.
I like to throw things.