When I feel low I always find myself retreating to one song on one album. It is playing now. as it happens I feel awful today; as well as the blues, I have a splitting headache and am snuffly, so I just clicked away on iTunes and ended up listening to this song without realising I was feeling down. Now it's on I realise I do. Working at home is not all its cracked up to be.
What? The tune? Oh, it's "If" by Pink Floyd (on Atom Heart Mother).
A comfort blanket
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Tell me about it Beep, tell me about it.
Yeah, I know you've not enjoyed it all that much.
I wold ove to find a big place where a bunch of 'homeworkers' could get inexpensive space and continue to enjoy working from home benefits but yet get company.
Maybe I should make my tune 'Dreamer' by Supertramp.
er. would love, not wold ove.
gah.
I had a Pink Floyd moment yesterday: The Great Gig in the Sky came on the Shuffle as I was running across a huge empty field. Almost trippily intense.
Count me in on the communal homeworker place thing. Except on the days I actually feel like being alone.
Uh, that doesn't work, does it? Cake, have, eat: that's me all over.
think that might be the point - to make it work all ways.
I have two PF albums that are stuck in the car CD player that refuses to eject or play.
Dark Side, Division Bell and StationtoStation. I appreciate that is a Bowie album.
This requires me to get urgently off arse and find socket-set and remove item from boot. Yeah, like!
*snaps fingers in vain hope that a man will come and mend same for no charge*
Ah you were probably fine till you put Pink Floyd on. May I suggest some uplifting pop, say, Steps?
well, I heard Neil Diamond himself on the radio today, when I was. . erm, out, somewhere else, doing something more exciting than sitting at home (sorry)
and all I could think about was how I heard about it (ND being the most talked about blah blah blah) first *here*
so to speak
(either that, or I should turn the radio on at home, so I could listen to it and understand the wider world, while I do this)
what I don't understand though, is why you guys think that if you all got together in one big happy office it wouldn't just turn into the normal political shit filled crappy place that most offices seemed to be whenever it was I last worked in one (or am I missing a point?)
(or has the shared officeplace become a betterplace since I left the one I was in?)
let's have a post on the benefits of working from home, she wrote with a very forced jolly smile, not knowing what the fuck she was talking about
*grimaces and retires rather ungracefully proferring many apologies*
Homeworker's space...big block of flats....co-operative ownership?
Could be the big new thing.
I like wold ove :)
Hope the headache/snuffle goes away quickly.
DCI: the point would be that everyone would really be homeworkers, so it would not be like there would be anything to Politik about. No one would be trying to get promoted over anyone else, or do anyone down. But I guess a certain amount of it is inevitable. There would be fridge politics. And space politics (yours is bigger, better, shinier etc than mine) and, among the boys, computer and gadget envy. And I suppose the girsl would feel they would need to dress-up, although I am guessing the boys would vote for the occasional arrival in nighties to brighten their day.
Anyway, back to "Dreamer"
(It's my world and I'll be naive if I want to)
Oh, and you won't find a post on the benfits of working from home here. Move along....
actually mine IS bigger and shinier!
about nine years ago I quit a job but was then offered £humungeous to work from home as and when I wanted
I said no (for various reasons I won't bore you with here) (the beep breathes a sigh of relief)
on many occasions since then I have thought maybe I made a VERY BIG mistake (financial mainly, but also career-wise), but the more blogs I read the more I think maybe I didn't
OK, I'm moving along now - I know where/when I'm not wanted!
Strokes and folks. I am sure you would have done very well working at home.
One chap I knew, in Clapham as it goes, used to get up every morning and drive to work. This meant driving round the block. He would then come into his house through the back door and go straight to his office where he would work 9-5 and then go out of the back door and back in through the front door yelling "I'm home". Every day, five days a week.*
I'm surprised the men in white coats didn't come for him, or his wife. Oh, he was divorced and lived alone. Quelle surprise.
But it worked for him.
Me? I miss the shit that goes with people. Can't stand it either, but it's a bit empty and lonely without it.
* I never worked out how he got to work the next day if he didn't drive his car home, but he didn't.**
** that's a joke by the way.
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