I had an inkling that working from home would be a tough gig. I mean, I already work from home, well IN home and that’s hard enough but now add deadlines and teleconferencing into the mix and I’m full on juggling.
Let’s take yesterday’s phone meeting for example.
I dial into the meeting and immediately Mira starts harassing me. You see, the phone is magic. The second I hold it up to my ear and appear to be talking or listening, my children gravitate towards me rapid firing questions, complaints and inane commentary.
I settle her, Tess and Levi in my bedroom with Wow Wow Wubzie and continue to be a productive meeting participant.. for about 5 seconds.
Bo and Levi simultaneously burst in to shrieking song. I scoop Bo up and walk out front, leaving a tantruming Levi to stew over his lack of Yogos.
Back on the phone: Blah blah blah productive employee at meeting
Unfolding before my eyes: Chicken break!!!
I bolt inside to lay Bo down and catch Levi under the bathroom sink merrily tossing Qtips into the air. I usher him out and run out front. At this point I’ve hit the mute button so my colleagues don’t her me panting and cussing. I start chasing chickens and as I’m grabbing at them, my cheek keeps hitting that damn mute button, ensuring that my coworkers are now privy to the frantic half peep half clucks of pissed off teenage chickens.
After chucking chickens over the fence I go around back to do a head count, managing to further embarrass myself by making, what I’m now certain was an inappropriate, assface joke. It was then I noticed Flo missing! Oh wait, she’s not missing, she’s just in the neighbors yard hanging out in a thatch of what looks like poison ivy- FUUUN!
In the end,
I was itchy, sweating, panting, disheveled and 100% sure that my LA counter parts were fretting about having a loose cannon slack jawed yokel on staff.
*phone pic found on flickr












I can’t tell you how much I’m loving LOVING the pissed of chicken. The chicken and that lil’ bit of ghetto really says everything about “working from home” don’tcha think?
So I need to know – did you have to wade into the poison ivy to retrieve Flo?
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fidget Reply:
October 15th, 2008 at 1:41 pm
I decided against wading in since itching ones tits in public is largely frowned upon. Instead i stuck one arm in and shook the vines like crazy. Totally spooked her out. My arm is a little oozy today but it’s still good! Now we hope it doesnt spread.
Fidge, my love… You. Are. One. Hot. Mess.
When conference calls and chickens collide…
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fidget Reply:
October 15th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
One. Hot. Mess.
that could be my new tag line
hmm When conference calls and chickens collide does has a special ring to it tho
LMAO it gets funny every time I hear it! Your life should be a sitcom!
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I would take your chicken/tantrum/poison ivy/ghetto mess over dudes in suits any day. You are at the top of the list of Most Interesting Business Moments in History… always a blast talking to you!!
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OMG!!! The throat waggle is what really got me!! LOL the pissed of chicken, tres titty hangin out!! Gosh you are SOOOO FRIGIN FUNNY!!!
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I thought I had it bad working from home! I will never again complain.
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What is it…I swear every time you get on the phone the kids come swarming?! OH what a day you had!!! Although, looks like you came out of it relatively unscathed!
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Heh, I have been looking for a WAH job for quite some time now and finally started doing ChaCha but with a 3 year old and 8 year old demanding my attention while I am trying to figure out how many cups of sugar it takes to get to the moon its just *really* difficult!
Lord have mercy, girl. Are fresh eggs really worth it? I’m assuming yes. Freaking Flo is a trouble maker.