I worked from home today.
I try to telework on Thursdays, but yesterday was more evac chair training, so I went in for that.
My little sister gets annoyed with me when I go into the office on telework days and accuses me off trying to show how tough I am.
Teleworking is easier in some respects, but actually I don't do it more because in many ways it is harder.
The evac chair training provides a good example. As I sat through the training, half of me thought, "Wow, it is awesome that 20-some people are willing to learn how to help people like me."
The other half thought, "Holy spit, it is hard to be in a wheelchair." It then devolved into,"I should never leave home, I am trouble," etc. All depressing stuff.
But I didn't cry. No. There's no crying at work.
Not so when I telework.
At the office people distract me from feeling bad, emotionally and physically.
Not so when I telework.
I go to the office not to be tough but to escape.
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