It was. Which is why Kirk came home and took me to the boat with a bottle of wine to try and help me shake things off.
It’s busy, I have far too much to do for one person, I hate working from home, and that miserable little parrot that lives with me decided today was a day to spend doing pretty much nothing but shrieking as loud as he could, in an ear piercing tome, over, and over, and over….including through a zoom call with someone I’d not met before.
What a fabulous impression I probably made with the equivalent of an abnormally loud fire alarm going off repeatedly.
I wish we had a house with two real office spaces, or a basement, or some way that two of us could have desks behind doors.
Yeah, life’s great, teleworking is awesome, working from home is the best. Makes concentrating on anything for more than three minutes a joy.
Focus?
What’s that?
Concentrate?
How!
If I didn’t already feel like I was doing a terrible job at staying on top of too many things, trying to even focus on one topic is impossible when your bird is wreaking psychological warfare on you for eight or more hours straight.
Thirty years living with him (he’s 34…they usually have a life expectancy of 25-30)….. Most animals slow down and sleep all the time when they reach their sunset years. Not him….it’s like he’s making the absolute most of his final few years and wants to make sure he leaves me with PTSD.
Sure, it’s not every day, but the days when he does it….it almost destroys my sanity. It probably has, in some part, to do with knowing that I/we are home but that he can’t always see us and that we aren’t together in the same spot. Birds like their flocks to be together.
I hate my work life right now, because working from home means never having peace and quiet to think clearly, and home never feels like it’s away from work.
By the time Kirk came home I had locked myself in a room upstairs and was in a corner chair weeping with frustration.
He grabbed a bottle of wine, got me into the truck, and took me down to the boat where we sat in mostly sweet silence (a sensor was going off on someone’s boat the whole time, but at least not on our dock), and helped me shake off some of the frustration.
I have a three hour conference call in the morning….what joyful mood will the little beast be in tomorrow I wonder.
And that’s today’s rant.
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