Started my new (same firm, new role) job Monday. Or, as we like to call it: “Yesterday”
Have I mentioned that it’s a remote team? So I’m free to work from whichever company office I choose, including my home.
So I am at home.
I’ve had flexible working arrangements before – I had a great team for while where, while we were all based out of the same office, it was kind of understood that if the weather sucked, or one person had a lot of conference calls and/or work that could be better done from home, then coming in wasn’t necessary. It wasn’t everyday, but it was enough so that you could make the judgement call that if you could get more done at home, you could stay.
That was really nice. It was a good balance. But with my new gig, when I realized I wasn’t needed to be in at ALL if I didn’t want to be, working all day in my yoga pants suddenly felt…slovenly. Like, I might not ever take them off again, even to shower, because why would I shower? I’M NEVER LEAVING THE HOUSE, EVER.
I read a quote once, and I think it would sum up how I feel about working in my pajamas pretty well:
“Working at home in your pajamas” sounds really nice, but for me it was a black hole where all my self-respect went to die.
Soooooo, new rule: yoga pants to a minimum. Shower is essential.
Guys, it’s been like, one day on the job. ONE DAY. And I want to be clear: I LOVE my job. I am SO excited it worked out. The team seems awesome, the actual job itself is exactly what I want to be doing: I LOVE IT. And I’m VERY good at remote teams.
But I had this vision, of me. In the same yoga pants. EVERY DAY. And, as Amalah says, that is where your self respect goes to die.
(I am of course making caveats for NICE yoga pants on a SHOWERED body. Obviously.)
So wish me luck. You know, with that showering thing. Because I somehow managed to make it this far in my life with a need to remind myself.
InnerTeub 
I stayed in my pajamas and didn’t shower until 2pm yesterday. My self respect died a long time ago.
Haley: HA! Yes, well. Heeee.
I think the working from home gig calls for another pair of Lulu Lemon yoga pants.
As for showering….I hope you did after today’s WOD. Nothing like mixing sweat with dirt and, oh, dried pigeon poop, spider webs, with the faint stench of a porta potty while it’s being cleaned. Gotta love working out under the bridge!
OMG, I was so disgusting. I went to the dog park directly after (I mean, with the dog. Not just me) and didn’t really care until I was talking to a fellow dog owner and realized if *I* could smell myself, well… uh oh.
You’ll be happy to note I am working – showered – in jeans. I declare today a success!
I’ve been telecommuting from home for 8 years now. For the first three, I was pretty much in pajamas all day unless I had to leave the house, only showering in the evening when it was time to change into fresh pajamas (I did THAT, at the very least). The only thing that got me to shower in the mornings was my kid starting school, and knowing I had to drop her off and face other people who actually seemed to care about personal hygiene. Of course it’s summertime now, the kids are home with me, so now I’m in gym clothes all day until I’m able to grab a shower. I don’t know where I’m going with this other than to say when I smell a funky odor now, assuming I’ve showered for the day, I’ll know it’s you.
I’ve been working from home since January. I haven’t figured out the whole get up shower and get dressed thing yet. My excuse is that I’ve also been pregnant this whole time! I’m lucky on days I actually work at my ‘desk’ and not lounging on the couch. My hubby is always much happier when he comes home and I’m not still in my PJ’s. It gives me a little motivation to at least shower by 3pm 🙂