I need an out of office auto reply on my email. Today is booked with people. Real, live people. I’m giddy.
Last night, I happily drove to rehearsals just to drop off some stuff even though I knew I couldn’t stay. I had to get back to my computer and keep plugging away. I was just so happy to have the chance to get out and be near other living, breathing human beings that I did the 20 minute drive each way. I think it was the production meeting earlier in the day that primed the pump. I got to see people and wanted more.
I love hunkering down over a hot laptop and I enjoy my own company. It’s wonderful to work from home but, every once in a while, I need to swim out and frolic with the other dolphins.
Significantly,
Susan Scot Fry
Update… It’s so funny. Be careful what I ask for because I might just get it.
I can be a pollyanna and I own that. It’s okay. I’ve still got a sense of humor.

Boy howdy, do I know THAT feeling. Working for myself is great in a lot of ways: I love what I do, I can make my own hours, and I can work in my jammies. But the downsides are harsh. I work harder for myself than I would for anyone else, and I’m alone a LOT. Which means that the second I get out near actual living human beings, I am so starved for human contact that I immediately become a nuisance.
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But don’t the other dolphins bite or take your lunch? ^^;
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Yes, they do. They bite. And they take your lunch. I must explain… You will laugh… And cringe…
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