It’s been three years now since I’ve had to put on pants to go to work. Each morning I switch on my laptop, make some coffee, don’t bother to comb my hair, and start working on my tasks. I’ve sat on my bed, at my “work desk”, on the couch, at the dining table, and on the exceptionally nice days, lounged in the balcony while working and trying to maintain an appearance of professionalism. Fun, you think? Not really… Continue reading on Medium.