Working From Home Confession #1: Clothing Optional

I own my own company, Get It Write Publishing, and work from home. I hardly ever have Zoom meetings. It’s just me, my dogs, and my cats during the weekdays.

My workstation is located at one end of my office, which is on the first floor of my home, and faces two windows, which are located at the other end of the space.

When someone walks by the house, they probably can—should they look in the window like a creeper—see me all the way at the other end of the room at my desk.

Because it’s been so hot out and I sweat a lot, I often work in just a T-shirt and undies.

Sometimes I forget I’m in my undies when I go to get the mail, take the trash out, call for my dogs, etc.

One day, someone knocked on the door. I was frantic. Who is knocking?? And… Darn, I have to put shorts on!!

I dove to the floor and crawled out of the room. No big deal. People do this all the time, right? I flew up the stairs (almost tripping) and threw on some shorts and a T-shirt (almost tripping again). My dogs thought an intruder was trying to break in, and my cats were looking at me like I was crazy. 

When I got back downstairs, I looked out the window to see who knocked and saw the mailman across the street, delivering the mail. Turns out he was the one who knocked, needing me to sign for a package. I closed the blinds in front. All that trouble for nothing. Off came the T-shirt and shorts again.

Another day, I was having a major hot flash. Even with the air conditioner on, I was melting, so (again) I worked in a bra and undies. Suddenly, the dog barked (an alert bark, not his typical I’m-barking-at-nothing bark). It was the mailman walking by!! (What is it with him?!)

Have I learned my lesson? Nope. Because when you work from home, you can wear whatever you want, so why not take advantage of it and be comfortable? What's the worst that can happen...?

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