When I do go into the office, which is about two days per week on average, here is where I sit:
The walls are short.
The walls are thin.
Someone also sits directly behind and to the right of me.
There is no privacy.
There is no sense of “space.”
At home, I have a small office space set off of the master bedroom. In my small office, I have a large monitor, a speaker phone for my few teleconferences, my desktop computer and a very comfortable zero gravity chair where I can kick back with a warm heating pad when the mood hits me.
At home, I have the privacy and solitude that I lack after the family comes home at 5:30. In my home office, I can turn on my music or catch up on the TV shows I missed on my desktop computer, while working on my laptop.
At home, I can walk around in my jammies until lunch if I want. As long as my workload permits, I can analyze my finances without someone looking over my shoulder wondering why I’m not editing some crappy editorial someone wrote for a product that no one will sell.
It is my “space,” my little fortress of solitude.
And it’s all about to change. You see, CareerMom found out on Friday that she is being offered a new job at her company that is field-based. This means they are kicking her out of her office at work and instead, setting her up to work from home.
But what’s fair for one is fair for both right? I see where you’re going with that line of thought, but bear with me here…at work, CareerMom has an office all to herself. She goes in at about 8:15, takes a one-hour lunch and gets off at five. Her job is such that “long lunches” are not unheard of. In short, she already has a lot of freedom at work that I only get at home.
My small office space at home isn’t large enough for both of us; but unfortunately, there’s no other ideal place for her to set up shop. And while I don’t technically “need” all of the amenities that I enjoy at home (my nice chair, my desktop computer, etc.), it sure is nice. However, CareerMom has a much more “social” job than I do, so she sort of does need the speakerphone, the desk space, and the other usual stuff that one has at work. We’re also both of the mind that we don’t want to share a space. She’s not used to it, and that’s the whole reason I don’t go into the office in the first place. Giving her my office at home makes the most sense, no matter how much I dislike it.
So unless we want to go in hoc to finish a room in the basement for one of us, it looks like I’ll be working on my laptop from wherever in the house I can find a seat while CareerMom takes over my fortress of solitude.
Am I bitter? Yep. Am I being selfish? It’s debatable. Her career has steadily progressed while mine has arguably stagnated. And while I’m not particularly hung up on the whole, “who makes more money than whom” thing, some things a guy just needs to call his own. My office was my own and now even that’s gone.
Am I gonna suck it up and get over it? Possibly, but not anytime soon.