Folks, it seems like we’re all home for a while, which honestly doesn’t distrupt my day-to-day life too much, but there is a new catch: working from home when I live with my parents.
Everyone I know is either working from home while living with their significant other, their spouse and children, or alone. I’m the only one I know still living at home with my mom and dad. (BTW, I am an only child, in case you’re new here.) And I feel like it puts me in a weird situation.
I started working from home last Thursday, and my dad started last Monday. He already claimed a spot in the basement as his, so I basically have one option: my bedroom. My childhood bedroom, to be exact. We do have a spare bedroom that my dad uses as a computer room that I could set up shop in, but I’d have to move a lot of my stuff between rooms. There’s really no way for me to work in the dining room or even the living room, because that’s where my mom is.
So that leaves me to set up at my desk. This is what I’ve done for the last few days and will probably continue with: I move everything I don’t need—my personal laptop, planner, stack of books, and sweatshirts that live on my chair—on to my bed when I begin my work day at 8:30 a.m. and set up my work laptop, my water tumbler/tea, headphones, and Chapstick—a necessity. When I’m done for the day at 4:30 p.m., I pack up my work laptop and move everything back onto my desk. It’s sort of my way to distinguish between work mode and off-time mode.
A handful of the people in my office did a test video meeting on Friday, and it was during this call that I could see how messy my room is. I had apologized beforehand since everyone else is in their dining room or a clean spare room. For me, it’s like, yeah I was just sleeping in that bed a few hours ago. (At least I make my bed every day.) I could probably do some spot cleaning/organizing here and there so my room doesn’t look too lived in.
My parents are good about respecting my space. I shut my door while I’m working, so if they need to talk to me, they’ll text me. I know that sounds weird, but I don’t want them knocking on the door while I’m on a call or in the middle of something. I’ll either text back or come out of my room for a few minutes. If I know I have a scheduled call, I’ll let them know ahead of time.
What sort of gets me is that I’m doing adulty/businessy things in the bedroom I’ve had for almost 26 years. It doesn’t seem like the most professional thing ever, but it’s what I have to work with in order to get some privacy. The room isn’t decorated how it was when I was five, so that’s not a concern; I re-did my room when I was in college, so like five or six years ago. It’s just kind of a weird disconnect, you know? Like I’m considered an adult now, who has her own health insurance???
We really don’t know how long we’ll be home. I’ve worked from home a few times before, but it was for only a day at a time and it was because of a snow storm or power outage. Never anything like this before. I feel like I’m adjusting fine because I’m setting those boundaries for myself and I’m sticking to my regular work hours. One good thing is that I don’t have my commute anymore so I get to sleep in an extra hour and I read during what would be my evening commute, to relax after locking myself in my room for 7+ hours.
If you’re working from home, how’s that going? What’s your set-up?