This post is guaranteed to win me the hatred of non-freelance working people everywhere. Sorry. Those of you who work in an office may wish to just skip this post all together. I won’t mind.
There are three times a year when I wish I worked in an office. The first is when the temperature outside goes above 90 degrees (that would be 32.2 degrees Celsius for my lovely Commonwealth readers). The second is when I have a lot of printing to do. When I worked in an office printing out my own work gave me an illicit thrill. Now it’s my own printer I wear out, which is decidedly less thrilling. The third is when the city is doing roadwork outside my house.
Jackhammers make for a cranky fucking copyeditor. At seven in the morning, the only place I could escape was the coffeehouse. This was a most excellent choice, if I do say so myself. It was quiet and peaceful, and there were coffee and pastries. I got a lot of work done. That is, until the ladies came in for a spot of tea after mass.
Nothing brings down a happy caffeinated copyediting mood like a conversation about how using federal funds for abortions is a direct blow to the separation of church and state. Excuse me? Using federal funds for abortion is a legal decision because abortion is legal (for the moment) in the United States. Whether or not you choose to have an abortion is a personal decision often guided by religion. And that, dear readers, is what I see as the separation of church and state.
And so I’d like to sing the praises of the public library. It’s climate-controlled, full of books, and if anyone starts talking you can sic the vicious librarians on them.
Where do you get your shit done?