In other news, since I started working from home, I've begun cursing like a sailor. Slowly but surely, any and all social graces are leaving me. Every one I know (including myself) who works from home makes a slow descent into slovenliness. I can spot my brethren at the grocery store. There we are: it's 11 a.m., and we are wearing the same sweatpants as we have for the last three days, unbrushed hair, socks ain't match. "Hey, you work from home, too!"
No announcement yet.
the purple prose of petunia pettigrew