I miss my temporary home office. And by home office I mean the hand-holding-man-friend’s couch, it’s a studio, don’t get crazy. We rode out the storm last week at his new apartment in Forest Hills, Queens and then subsequently got trapped there when transit didn’t run for three more days. That said, we were VERY fortunate, and I’ve never been more grateful that I work on the Internet and that Twitter is the same no matter where you go. I love working from home. In fact it’s my dream job, I think I could do just about anything if I didn’t have to spend at least two hours in transit everyday. Ten hour days become twelve when you’re crammed in a metal tube shuttling under the river there and back.
Isn’t the hand-holding-man-friend’s new couch super
cute masculine? The new apartment was a downsize in space but an upgrade in neighborhood and commute, so a new couch was necessary. Welcome to New York City, where you can have it all if you just rearrange your priorities.
The couch is from Macy’s.
The coffee table is from West Elm.
The flowers are leftover from Ab Chao design camp.
Have laptop, can work from anywhere, am available for hire.
Oooh, and that pillow is from Target, tossed in a sale pile for FIVE DOLLARS. I made him buy it two months ago because I know about these things. That pillow was meant for this exact photo. Obviously.
Do you work from home? Love it? Hate it? How’d you fare with Sandy? Do you need anything? I’d be happy to help with whatever limited resources I have. I’m excellent at clean up.