Jammies (2)
I received feedback from several people that I don’t know what I’m missing and that I really should try staying in my jammies all day and see how much work I do get done. I can’t imagine ever having the urge to do that, but let me give you some serious considerations just in case I ever did:
(1) upon waking up, it takes me at least 45 minutes and more like an hour to actually know who I am, which room I’m waking up in, who I work for, and even who that woman in the bed next to me is (my beautiful wife can give you some really freaky stories about me in the middle of the night and the horrors of me trying to wake up)
(2) when I wake up, everything stays exactly in the spot it was in while I was sleeping – everything; I got off the plane on Thursday morning last week and the hair on the right side of my head was sticking straight out because somehow I slept against the window with my hair in that position; I felt sorry for the Red Carpet Club attendant who welcomed me in as she stared at the side of my head; I was proud of her for not laughing; the issue is much, much worse with a full night of sleep on a bed, so unless I want those stares and those laughs all day from my family (and they would be ruthless), I’d have to douse my head in a shower like fashion anyway just to allow me to focus on work
(3) my home office is at the very front of the house with big windows toward the street and glass doors; I wouldn’t have privacy as I sat in my jammies, but I would have gawkers wondering what in the world I was thinking; if I was bold enough to actually sit there in my jammies, I’m pretty sure I would have lots of “splaining” to do which would deny me the privacy to work and prevent me from any meaningful duration of focus
So, I’ll stick with my routine and prevent the stares, the caustic comments, the laughter, and disruption. Maybe that’s why I don’t like camping either.
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