What does it actually look like to work from home?

What does it actually look like to work from home?

I always love seeing what my favorite people do all day. When do they wake up, when do they eat breakfast, when do they take breaks, and how much do they get done in a day? How much structure do they have, where do they work, and what does ‘typical’ look like?

While I don’t find this information about myself all that interesting (because I’m me, and I do it every day), I hope it lets you see how it’s possible to ride the line between flexibility and Getting Shit Done; between setting an agenda and going with the flow; and between balancing working to live and living to work.

Luckily for you, this particular day includes regrettable Jersey Shore decisions and motel conspiracies.

Brand Camp Day in the Life

7:00 a.m. // Alarm goes off. Roll over, grumble, and ignore.

7:45 a.m. // Actual alarm.

Stumble out of bed, feed animals, empty the dishwasher, sweep the floors, and handle everyday chores. Take make-up-less selfie with camera face to say “hi” to all of you. 😉

8:10 a.m. // Head to breakfast. (The usual order: two slices of white toast, eggs sunny side up, and a cup of fruit. Keep the coffee coming.)

Chat with the restaurant crew, talking about anything and everything from the comfort of the outdoor patio. Mock the mean patrons with our waitress.

9:15 a.m. // Home and time to work! Today kicks off with an hour of coaching for a yearlong client (hello, Singapore!). Notes e-mailed, virtual high fives given, and it’s time to start writing.

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10:30 a.m. // Two blog posts written and revised in short order. I set a timer for 20 minutes, choose a topic from a list I’ve already got on my desktop, and get to work. No ‘What should I write about’ angst.  No time to dick around.

11:42 a.m. // Podcast episode recorded. It bears no resemblance to what’s in my editorial calendar, but I still like it. The theme here: I suck at rules. Even my own.

12:00 p.m. // Copious amounts of uploading, formatting, and Photoshop take place to get blog posts and podcast completely prepped for release.

12:18 p.m.
// E-mail, e-mail, e-mail. Inbox zero achieved. More importantly: library requests managed. If I bought every book I read, I would spend more on books than on rent each month. I consume 3 graphic novels, 2 fiction novels, and 1 nonfiction book a week, minimum.

12:30 p.m.
// Lunch (tuna sandwich, cherries) and TV break: The Real Housewives of Orange County. Lest you think I’m classy or sophisticated, I present this evidence to the contrary.

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1:30 p.m. // Get-to-know-you phone interview with Marie Poulin. We talk life purpose and calling, digital design, writing, mutual friends, and the evolution of creativity. We laugh a lot, discover mutual friends, and agree to keep in touch.

2:35 p.m. // Bust out the Qoya. Rochelle is the only soul on the planet who gets me into my body and dancing away without judgement.

3:03 p.m. // Quick shower before getting a “We’re going to the beach! Surprise!” text. Hastily throw all the things into standby beach bag. Pack overnight luggage, raid bathroom for toiletries, and watch TV (more Bravo) while waiting for my ride.

4:30 p.m. // Leave for beach. Book hotel by virtue of available choices on Priceline:

“Have you ever heard of Seaside Heights?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, let’s try it!”

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6:21 p.m. // Arrive in Seaside Heights.

6:23 p.m. // Stare in dismay at having arrived in the town where Jersey Shore was filmed. Check refund policy on hotel room.

Choose to stay. Grumble about adventure and how sometimes it means exactly this.

6:44 p.m. // Hamburger and fried pickles on the boardwalk. Spend baffled minutes watching the ski lift at the beach, unable to make brain comprehend such a thing.

7:02 p.m. // Wander along the shoreline and in the water. Aaaaaah…that’s better.

7:37 p.m. // Kick ass at unlimited arcade games for only $6 per half hour! Woop and hoot inappropriately when winning. Scowl when losing. Model saying “no” to sportsmanship for all the younger people in the place.

8:17 p.m. // Grab a drink at The Pirate Bar. Learn that it is where Snooki got punched out in an infamous episode of The Jersey Shore. Consume one beer and proceed to lose at every game in the place except skeeball. Miss every single animal that makes itself known on the Big Game Hunter game, probably because I’m too excited about wanting to commune with even the virtual animals.

9:42 p.m. // Head to the hotel and snuggle into the sheets which distinctly resemble tissue paper in both texture and thickness.

Mumble about Jersey Shore conspiracy: if we all agree to charge exorbitant pricing for shitty motels, they won’t be able to do anything about it! There will be no other option! Now, send me 3,000 tissue sheets for these beds, stat!

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A few notes: the ‘work’ part of my day is actually quite brief. During the few hours allotted I busted out 2 blog posts, a podcast, an hour of coaching, inbox zero and an hour-long interview. I also made time for a lunch break and a dance break. I didn’t know a tiny road trip would play into this course of events when I started recording this day for posterity, but it’s pretty typical of how any given day can go.

I don’t always know what’s going to happen. I don’t always pick the best hotel rooms. And I don’t always accomplish what I set out to do. (This particular daily agenda involved editing for another hour after my shower. Instead: BEACH!)

The lack of absolute boss-created structure in my day used to drive me crazy and led to hours of mindless social media skimming to eat up my time. Now, I catch myself in the e-mail-Facebook-Instagram loop and get myself away from the computer when it happens. I also consciously start the day by pulling a few tarot cards and saying a prayer. The day ends when I blow out my candle, pack up my laptop, and put the whole business bag into my front closet. It’s not sexy, but it lets me work from home without losing my mind.