Dirty Little Secrets of Those Who Work From Home

Last fall my significant other and I moved in together. Although he was no stranger to my feral freelancer habits -- living in my robe, working late into the night, not leaving the house for days on end -- I cringed at the thought of him seeing me daily in all my unkempt, agoraphobic glory. So I did what any disheveled freelancer would do: I got an office job -- one that required me to show up at approximately the same time each day, looking fresh and professional. Three months into the gig,...Full Story
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