This Chair is Making My Butt Hurt and Other Reflections on My First Month of Working from Home

When Jason and I started announcing the news to everyone that we would be moving to the Raleigh area for his job, I think one of the questions that most frequently ensued was, “What’s Joey going to do?” And by “most frequently ensued,” I mean it was pretty solidly the first question everyone spouted. I’m not sure why, but I wasn’t expecting that reaction and I was thankful that I had an answer for them other than just, “I’m not sure, we’ll see” (which, the psychology of that is a whole other can of worms for another post at another time, I think).

One large factor that we considered when first deciding on Raleigh was would we be able to make it down there on one income? Yes, it is cheaper to live in North Carolina, but would it be cheap enough that we’d be stable even if I didn’t have a job for a while? We thought about this for some time and ultimately decided it was feasible, but even with it being feasible, we were going to look into some avenues where I could still bring home a paycheck. The obvious first option was to see if my current job would let me continue to work for them remotely in North Carolina.

I sat down with the managing partner about a month before what would be my last day to let him know about the move and I had a whole pitch in my head to sell him on my working remotely. Before I could even get going on my pitch, though, he brought up the possibility himself and the rest is history. 

I would say I have never really worked from home. I mean, yes, I can remember one snow day, one day where I had a networking event smack dab in the middle of the day and it didn’t make sense to go into the office, and there were some weekends where I emailed myself things and worked on them on my laptop at home. But I have never been a telecommuter or someone whose official work home base is, well, their home. 

Now, I have officially been working from home for one month and I thought it was time for a post about how it’s been going. 

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Journey to the Center of the Bagel

Even though much of Florida could be considered Little New York (can you say Boca?), I admittedly did not grow up in the land of the bagel and did not know what I was missing until I moved to New York.  You just can’t know and, in fact, I don’t even know how to put into words what makes bagels in New York better than bagels anywhere else. They just are.

On a brief side-note, some people say it is the New York City water, but I don’t believe that because my favorite bagel shop of all time was my local Bagel Boss in Oceanside when I lived out on Long Island. And trust me, while 2 of the 5 NYC boroughs are technically on Long Island (Queens and Brooklyn), they are not Long Island. Learn this now or get severely berated by a New Yorker later. It is your choice. I learned the hard way and just thought I should pass that pearl of wisdom on to you.

But I digress. When we were deciding if the move to North Carolina was right for us, I did actually think about the fact that I would be giving up New York bagels. I’m a loser, I know, but I did think about it and accepted it as a cost of getting back a few things that, in the long run, are more valuable to me. (Sanity, financial security, central air – ya know, the little things.) 

And just as I knew I would be leaving the New York bagels, I knew there would come a time when I would be craving a bagel and I’d have to begin the journey to find an acceptable substitute. 

That journey has begun. 

I had my first non-New York bagel.

It was horrific.

I’m sad to say, my 8 years in New York made me more of a bagel snob than I ever could have imagined. 

I ordered an everything bagel with plain cream cheese:

First, the bagel was much smaller than any New York bagel I ever ate. Some shops do mini bagels and it was about that size – probably about the size of the palm of my hand. 

Second, who the hell puts oats on an everything bagel? Even Panera doesn’t do that. 

Third, the texture was sub-par. There should be some crispness to the outer shell of a bagel, but this one didn’t really have that.

Finally, the flavor overall was just lacking. 

I thought I was going to be prepared for my first bagel in North Carolina – I deliberately set my expectations to low – but sadly, it was even more underwhelming than I imagined it would be. 

So, the search will continue. Maybe I will do a little more research on my next bagel shop so that hopefully I can have a better outcome. (The one I went to was just a place I see on the way to Jason’s office.)

Stay tuned for the next installment of Journey to the Center of the Bagel.