Coming out of college (and being a millennial apparently, though I’ve never tried being of any other generation), I enjoy working at home. Often that means working for sporadic spurts of time, taking breaks to clear the mind with other activities. To me it also means focusing in a comfortable place. Also, possibly most important, it means being able to feed myself without succumbing to the random assortment of snacks that I hunt from the workplace cafeteria. I was never the kind to hangout at the Knight Library.
As such, it was a little difficult getting used to the time spent in a cubicle at my newspaper. Rather than working when I feel like it (which, admittedly, can bite me sometimes), I’m tied to a sequence of hours where I have to be on. I think the Internet has given my generation a collective ADD, and it’s difficult for me to sit from 9-5 hellbent on my tasks the entire time, instead of periodically working on them all day into the night, when inspiration strikes me.
But I’ve found that adapting my personal production process to my employer’s status quo is important, even though adhering to the standard work day can be a drag. Ideally, I’d like to enjoy myself whenever I’m working, but after even four stationary hours those feelings of tedium seem to rise up from the floor through those carpet-lined cubicles to make work feel like, you know, work. Like upholstering a chair instead of doing something fun. And that can be a turnoff. But sometimes the chair looks nice when you’re done, and that can be more important than having fun doing the task itself.
– Kevin Trevellyan