For realz

I was going to follow up yesterday's pee post with one about pooping at work (because this is a serious workplace concern!) but then I watched the series finale of 30 Rock and I'm in a more thoughtful mind space now (I mean, I just used the phrase "mind space.")

I've been watching this show from the beginning and I have (and will) argue that it is one of the funniest shows on TV. Sure, it sometimes sacrifices heart and character for jokes, but I don't hold that against it. Did you see the episode with Carrie Fisher?! Probably the funniest thing I've ever seen, ever. "Never go with a hippie to a second location." PRICELESS.

But for those of you still not sold, I'd argue that the ending of this series was nothing but heart. Finally, Liz confronts the working woman marriage/mom issues she only snarked and satirized for the last six seasons. And I love that once she finally gets all the things she's been striving for--the husband, the kids, the renovated apartment--she realizes that work is a huge part of what fulfills her. So all this time, she thought work was the problem, and it was, but it wasn't. I just love that.

Anyway, I'm kind of going through a similar thing. I definitely don't have my dream job right now. I want to write books for a living, and currently I convert other people's books into digital format and make classy, but spammy emails to promote them. I always assumed this was a temporary gig. I'd work here til I got knocked up and then I'd quit because daycare is hella expensive and who wants to pump their boobs in a public bathroom three or four times a day? (It's like pooping, but almost worse.)

But I also realize that I like working. I like leaving the house and earning money. I like not having to deal with my child all day long (and she likes going to school, so we're totally even). So now I'm trying to brainstorm how I can keep working after the baby comes. Really? Who am I?

But before you think that I'm a total phony liar for writing a blog about being lazy, here's my new scheme. I'm going to propose a work from home situation. Three days at home and two days in the office. And not just because I can still afford to send my toddler to school while I can sit at home in my sweat pants and watch the X Files (although, there is that!) but I actually think I'll work better if I can do my spreadsheets at 3 am when the baby is up anyway. And there's no way in hell I'd just do spreadsheets in the middle of the night for fun and then go into the office for a full 8 hour day. That's crazy talk.

So, any advice? Anybody ever convince their boss to let them work from home? Tell me your secrets!