Life as Kimmy Schmidt {aka Being a Remote Worker}

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In January, I shared how I transitioned full time to working remotely from home. My office is a yellow-pebbled linoleum floor and my officemates are usually always sticky, needy, and seem fairly naive when it comes to the ways of the world. I do not often escape from my drab garb and instead, you can usually find me in the same clothing day in and day out. And then yesterday, it dawned on me.

Being a remote worker is basically being a mole woman a la Kimmy Schmidt.

Photo Credit: Netflix

I try often to find ways to escape this underground lair I call my home and while I don’t have a crazy reverend, it sometimes feels like my Macbook is calling the shots.

My theory on being a mole woman was confirmed yesterday during a trip to the city to visit the office. And then I was all like…

CHICAGO!!!!

Photo credit: Netflix

I drove myself in, but if I had taken a taxi, you can bet your bottom dollar I would have stuck my head out the window, just so.

Photo credit: Netflix

I did things that I haven’t done in what felt like years. I coordinated my clothing, put on make-up, and actually straightened my hair so that it looked like the hair stylist had sort of done it.

I felt out of place, but also oddly in my element.

Photo credit: Netflix

And this view!

Just a wee bit different from my daily experience.

We ate lunch along the river and I felt like I was on top of the world. I didn’t quite find my Titus Andromedon, but I’m sure he’s waiting in the basement level of an apartment for me when I finally work up the courage to dump all my worldly possessions and move into the city for real.

For now, it’s back to The Bunker for me and a life in my drab rags, but at least I know there’s a great big city out there. Somewhere.*

*Please note: This post is meant to be funny and light. Please do not comment or email me that I should love my life in my Bunker. I DO! But I also love the city, wearing coordinating clothes, and seeing Lake Michigan aka Chicago’s ocean.

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