Whine about work

I’m in a weird place with work. (I’m not in a weird place at work – in fact, I’ve moved cubes to a larger space, which is great for my growing silkworm farm.)

I’ve been trying to scheme my way out of living in Waukegan for the rest of my duration at Abbott. There are three things that are good about living here.

1. There’s a pool
2. Angela Duff
3. 6 Flags is 6 miles away
4. Not going to get as hot

Yeah, I know it’s hard to weigh all of it, but by comparison, I’m missing

1. Wings at Cleo’s on Mondays
2. Movies in Grant Park on Tuesdays
3. Kickball on Wednesdays
4. Dancing on a Thursday night
5. Impromptu weekday Trivial Pursuit games
6. Not having to drive into the city on Fridays after work.
7. Ahem. Jason. Ahem.
8. A good yarn store.
9. Other friends

So I’ve been trying to get Abbott to let me work from home – there’s absolutely no reason why I can’t – considering how everything I proof is electronic already. In fact, it probably takes more time to print out a hard copy and walk it over to me.

The thing is, the longer I wait, the longer my “you must give us 30 days notice” clause is going to force me to pay rent in June. Grrrrr.

I also see that what I’m asking for is really not something remotely (no pun intended) needed. It’s just that I’m starting to go crazy again sitting in a cube, unable to knit, wishing I was near a window of some sort. Or a hole. Or a chunk of antimatter.

Then again, my asking will only irritate my boss – I doubt I’d be fired over it, and although not working for two months is a hugely stupid idea before one goes off to grad school, but I’m considering it …