Today is a typical “work from home” day for me so I get up a bit later than normal and head into “the office”
My home office is really just the first floor guest bedroom, that has barely been used in the 7 years we’ve lived in this house.
It’s nice in that it has it’s own bathroom and is near the front door, but otherwise it is sparsely decorated: a bed, a bench at the foot of the bed, this desk and a small, barren closet.
I hear Daisy go about her day and leave for work.
“WFH” days are pretty lazy. I get some work done, watch TV, get some work done, watch some porn, get some work done…repeat. Today starts out no different.
I’ve gotten so used to my cage now it doesn’t occur to me that today is going to be VERY different.
After submitting some code, I flip over to my personal laptop (no porn on company equipment!) and realize what’s about to happen, but I’m very curious suddenly.