Cold War

One of the drawbacks of working at home is you can’t call in sick.

First of all, there’s no one to call. You’re it. Unless you want to inform your family that you’re ill and, believe me, they already know. (Especially if you’re a guy and tend to whine a lot.)

Secondly, there’s no such thing as a day off to be sick when you’re the parent-housekeeper-chauffeur-cook-gardener-and-chief-bottle-washer.
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