So what happens when you're forced to work from home because there was a swine-flu outbreak in the office? You're starting to lose it. My marbles? Nowhere even close to me. Working from home because you want to? Awesome. Working home because you're forced to? Not so great.
I don't know why this annoys me so much but I remember I have always felt this way.
When I grew up in the GDR German Democratic Republic, we had an awesome schoolsystem. All the kids were cared for and if you didn't have parents that were able to stay home with you (which was true for everyone because in Socialism? Everyone had jobs (we will cleverly leave out that not all were very productive))or grandparents, you had the chance to go to summer camp.
There were different kinds of summer camps. Betriebsferienlager were summer camps for the kids of larger company's employees and Pionierlager were camps for pioneers but I won't get into that now.
Towards the end of the school year all the teachers would come around asking who would want to go into summer camp and who was looking forward to it 19 hands shot up only mine was down. When asked about it I firmly stated that I had no intentions of going to camp because my older cousin went and wrote home on a postcard "I have to go now because we have to go hiking now and yesterday we went swimming." Yeah that wasn't gonna fly with me. I had the luck of being able to stay at my grandparent's who just so happened to live next door to my best friend. We got up in the mornings, packed our backs and headed to the lake only returning home when the sun had sunk so low that we got too cold or we were about to starve. And if we didn't go swimming we went roaming through the woods. We would take care of the animals my friend's parents kept and we would have regular sleepovers. We even opened a little "restaurant" where my grandma or my friend's mom cooked. We would come in and pretend to be a guest or a waiter (not at the same time of course). After the successful lunch we even helped with the dishes.
Why would I want to trade that kind of freedom and fun for sleeping in a bunk bed in a room full of other kids? I resented the thought of having to do whatever it was that was planned for during summer camp. I hated plans. Period.
No amount of persuasion by my parents, teachers, classmates or cousins could convince me otherwise. Come to think of it, never having to go to summer camp may have been the reason that I have the greatest memories of my summers. Sigh. How I miss those times.