In case you’re wondering about the tardiness, brevity, or absence of posts from me for the next little while, it’s because I’ve been sent here—TNQ’s Ancillary Workspace, the location of which is Ultra Top Secret, hidden even from Google maps like Dick Cheney’s house—and I’m not allowed out until I’ve got proofs of the List Issue.
Okay, okay, it’s just my kitchen table, and there’s a door leading directly outdoors to the left there. I can come and go as I please; the exile is totally self-imposed. I like to work at home, when possible, on two kinds of tasks:
a) Super Tricky Ones, like writing and some parts of layout. I’m the sort of person who needs relative quiet in order to really concentrate. Also, when I get frustrated, I like having the freedom to wander around the house, stretch, swear, snack, etc.
b) Super Easy Ones, like scanning a folder full of stuff, for which I need to play my music loud (and quite possibly sing along, tunelessly, while dancing in my chair). I could probably do this in the office if Kim is the only other one there—she has that ‘mom skill’ of being able to completely tune out extraneous noise/ignore really annoying behaviour—but I’m too easily embarrassed to test it.
I’ve tried using headphones in the office: so long as there are no lyrics, I can listen to music while figuring out something tricky, and I can, though it’s difficult, refrain from dancing/singing while doing the tediously easy stuff. The system totally works, except that when Melissa wants my attention she pelts me with paper clips, and sometimes Kim doesn’t turn around when she’s talking to me (my desk is behind hers) so she doesn’t know I can’t hear her, and ends up repeating herself, which makes me feel badly…so it’s not an ideal situation.
All the tasks that fall somewhere in between those poles—which is about 80% of my job—I can do at TNQ, and I hope to return by Friday, having completed a raft of Tricky items in my little fortress of solitude here. Wish me luck!




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