The Brain has recently started doing some Work From Home days. Theoretically, it's because of the price of gas, not to mention the 30 minutes in the car each way.
But Working From Home is kinda messing with my groove.
See, to me, Work From Home means, "Hey, you're home today. Let's go out for lunch and maybe swing over to Costco."
But to The Brain, it means "Hey, I have a phone meeting at 10 and 2, and somewhere in there I have to get some actual work pumped out."
It's like he's taunting me. On purpose.
What fun is ( insert air quotes here) Working From Home if you actually work?