Remote working isn’t for everyone, but it sure beats the alternative. When you work from home, the only dickhead blasting out EDM music or microwaving offensive-smelling food is you. There’s no middle-manager to accost you about your TPS reports as you’re trying to leave the building. Nobody is going to interrupt you while you’re ‘in the zone’ with some boring story about their boring weekend and their boring fucking kids. But I accept that this idyllic life – where underwear is optional and there’s no commute – isn’t available to everyone. Which is why I have to admire anyone who tries…
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