What is it about working in an office that makes you soooo sleeeeepy ’round abouts 3 or 4 pm? This never happens to me when I’m working from home. I never take naps; instead, I feel like I’m constantly busy reading and writing and checking emails and, maybe, getting up to wash dishes or make my bed or fix something to eat.
Of course, if I had to, I could nap—and maybe that’s exactly why I don’t need to.
But in this office it’s a whole ‘nother story. Maybe it’s the florescent lights, or the deafening oceanic hum from the air conditioning unit (not sure why it’s on in December). Perhaps it’s the exhaustion sustained from my subway travel to and from this place, or the vapid tones of the ad sales team behind me. But something is so totally soporific. Could be the two pieces of pizza for lunch. Which I am not proud of.
See, if I were at home and this were happening, I could go to the gym and wake up. Or turn on some music, or take a walk around the block, or clean the bathroom. I guess I could do that here, too, but I’m just … so … tired. And people would think I was weird.
What do you do when you’re about to fall asleep at work? Hide under your desk with a pillow, a la George Constanza? Caffeinate until your lips bleed? Or do you just succumb to the nod and bob, and then claim narcolepsy (and a possible lawsuit) when you find your occasional employer looking at you with concern?
Ah, the simplicity of working from home.