Remote work is supposed to be convenient and comfortable – and it would be, if not for the door-to-door salespeople. They prowl around neighborhoods selling solar panels, roof inspections and more.
This is my third year of working from home. Little did I realize in the pandemic year 2020, when I arrived home from the newsroom with a box of my stuff, that I had left the office for good.
It’s widely assumed that the “work from home” world is a life of convenience, good coffee and snacks in the pantry. A workstyle with no natural enemies. That the escape from office annoyances must be an escape from all annoyances. Hardly.
