POV You’re a WFH Girlie Who Works In a Girl Office 🎀

Alexa, play 9 to 5

7am CrossFit workout: done
Quick 8am Target run post-workout: check
Cutie post-workout breakfast on an adorable plate: devoured
Motivation to shower before getting to work: nonexistent

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It's 8:57am and you've just inhaled a blueberry pancake. You smile at the print on your kitchen wall that says "The Homebody Club" and decide to make yourself an almond milk latte in one of your prized possessions: a stunning Breville espresso machine you scored on FB Marketplace for less than half the price. You swear the coffee tastes better because you're still riding the high of a glorious secondhand score. Being bougie on a budget is your love language. You've consciously chosen a hot coffee over a cold one because hot coffee means it's basically fall, and you're ready for the most wonderful time of the year. You willfully ignore the 93-degree weather that's right outside your door and sip your hot coffee with delight and defiance.

In my pancake + espresso era

Still wearing your workout clothes, you step into your sun-soaked office. There's a statement wall covered in LoveShackFancy wallpaper that you're obsessed with. You wish the entire room was covered in wallpaper, and tbh that's the plan, but wallpaper is time-consuming and expensive, so you're taking your time. You also push past the memory of having a literal meltdown when you realized your husband applied the wallpaper upside down, but the design is so subtle and weird that you actually can't even tell. The perfectionist in you reared her ugly head on that day though and freaked the f out. It was also your birthday, and after crying for 20 minutes, your husband treated you to grocery store cake with sprinkles and a candle, and your sad tears turned to happy tears. You also definitely started your period three days later. What a time.

Anyway, you sit at your desk and grab your lilac bullet journal and a daisy print bag full of pens and highlighters. You can't get anything done without handwriting a color-coded to-do list. As you swoop your cursive letters, you look up and gaze at your fiddle leaf fig sunbathing in the corner. You sigh proudly because you've kept this high-maintenance lady alive and thriving for 5 years now. You still manage to kill succulents for some reason, but you've got fiddle leaf fig care down to a science, which is literally just two cups of water once a week. You also know not to move her. She likes her spot and she'll throw a fit if you change it. She knows what she likes and honestly, I get it. I think she must be a Virgo. Same. (My Virgo rising is strong)

WFH girl office views hehe

As you finish up your to-do list, you realize you're still disgusting from the gym. Damn. You make your way to the shower and turn on your waterproof speaker (game changer, btw) and blast Chappell Roan. You shower, obsess over your Dae shampoo and conditioner (it smells amazing?!), then get out and get dressed. You hyper-fixate on your lower belly for approximately 3 and a half minutes as you put on your favorite navy blue WFH leggings. It's so pokey outey, you think, then quickly remind yourself that literally every human with a uterus experiences this lower belly pouch thing, and you curse the patriarchy and early 2000s beauty standards for still wanting a flat tummy. Then you get on with your life. You've got shit to do, girl.

Hair still wet, you throw in a load of laundry and sneak downstairs to get a pair of eye jellies you keep in the fridge. They're cool and feel so nice on your clean skin, and you relish the fact that you get to send emails looking like you just got out of the shower because, girl, you did. You also thank the Gods that you're a hustler baby and freelance life is the vibe because it's basically 10am and you haven't started the work day yet. It's ok though because you're your own boss and you set your own hours, and as long as you submit a few things by EOD, you're golden. You reach for your giant noise-cancelling headphones and throw them over your ears. You're an easily distracted and overstimulated girlie, and these babies make it possible to focus and actually get things done. You search YouTube for a pomodoro video that times chunks of work and includes breaks and also plays Lo-fi beats and nature sounds. Slay. You'd be lost without the "study with me" girlies on YouTube, and tbh you wish you could thank them in person for holding your WFH life together.

You take one more look around your cutie office and have a moment of gratitude. Some girlies like to work from coffee shops or the library, but literally everything you want is here. Your snacks are downstairs in your fridge. Your coffee is not overpriced and it's in a cutie mug. You're doing laundry. You've got eye jellies on. You can take a walk around your neighborhood at lunchtime and listen to a podcast. When you're sick of sitting at your desk, you can move to the couch. The wallpaper in your office is so cute you wanna die. Freelance life isn't easy, but damn, you make it look good.

With your laptop primed and ready for you, you open up a brand new Google doc. You stare at the blank page on your screen for a moment—and then you begin to write. 🤍

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