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#91: The truth parabola - by Haley Nahman - Maybe Baby

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Good morning! Just a stream-of-consciousness this week, from my brain to yours. Last Tuesday I started working in an office again. It’s an old, sunny Lower East Side loft with huge windows and leafy plants and pretty girls making jewelry in the back. Sometimes the only sounds in the whole place are of the creaky wood floor and the girls’ fingers poking through plastic containers of beads. This turns out to be my ideal work environment. It’s strange to be back in an office after nearly two years of working from my couch. On my first day I left to get a snack and spent so long walking around the neighborhood that I started to worry someone might tell my boss I was slacking off. Then I remembered I don’t have a boss, and that the concern was just some leftover muscle memory from the last time I worked somewhere that wasn’t my living room. It was a nice moment, actually—realizing I didn’t have to rush back. It reminded me of when it dawned on me in college that I could go to bed whenever I wanted.

#91: The truth parabola Haley Nahman Mar 06, 2022 73 1 Share Good morning! Just a stream-of-consciousness this week, from my brain to yours. Last Tuesday I started working in an office again. It’s an old, sunny Lower East Side loft with huge windows and leafy plants and pretty girls making jewelry in the back. Sometimes the only sounds in the whole place are of the creaky wood floor and the girls’ fingers poking through plastic containers of beads. This turns out to be my ideal work environment. It’s strange to be back in an office after nearly two years of working from my couch. On my first d

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