Working at Home
Today,
when the office-bound
embark
on their trek through
a
wilderness of cars,
I
grab a cup of tea
and
head for my first meeting.
Jake
(my silent partner) and I
evaluate
the tasks for the day
and
devise a plan of action.
I
plow through the email,
deal
with the financials,
communicate
with principals,
assess
the status and needs
of
ongoing projects
and
alter timelines as needed.
Jake
naps.
Today,
when the office-bound
work
through lunch,
scrambling
to meet deadlines,
Jake
and I move on to
supply
and maintenance,
taking
inventory, making lists,
selecting
and transporting,
applying
new techniques
and
old-fashioned effort
to
the job.
At
least, I do. Jake gazes out the window,
considering
product development:
the
invention of a squirrel repellent,
or
an electrified birdbath
to
annihilate the competition.
This
evening, while the office folk
celebrate
productive days,
take
stock of losses,
and
plot tomorrow’s course
at
various happy-hours,
Jake
and I, in our well-ordered house,
consider
our accomplishments
and
congratulate ourselves
on
jobs well-done:
he
with Friskies Party Mix,
me
with my glass of wine.
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