Work from Bar (WFB)
Sleep is a distant daydream… only a daydream because I don’t sleep enough to dream of it. It’s 03:38am and the temperature is 29 degrees C (84F). The cat is hiding; I just walked out onto the roof to see if I could see her. However, there is a beautiful full moon and the Dallas skyline in the distance is showing off an array of colours. I have a meeting at 6am, which doesn’t help. Opening the fridge at 4am, I see a bottle of Aperol, and it looks like fruit juice, I almost take a swig. Sanity prevails and I reach for the milk to add to my coffee. I stare at a sentence for fifteen minutes, remove a comma, then I add it back and close the laptop.
Walking to the office in the 5am darkness, I think that I am clever in wearing soccer shorts to remain as cool as possible, but as I step into the office, I discover that I have left my trousers at home in the bag I had placed them in to easily carry. I join two meetings in soccer shorts and then escape to go back home. Weariness clogs and fogs my mind like a winter day in the English countryside and I struggle to focus on anything… just trying to make it through menial tasks that are required and set my ‘out of office’ to come on at midday. I hate the term ‘out of office.’ It should be ‘no longer online’ or ‘offline on holiday.’ When I take vacation, this is the status I set ‘OOH – Offline on Holiday’ because ‘work is a verb and not a noun.’ It is something we do, not a place we go to, and work can be done from anywhere… even the bar.
Ruins, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas.

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