I [don’t] work here.

Okay. I admit. That’s a lie. I do work here. And pretty much anywhere the urge strikes. I fully admit sometimes I work from my phone, my iPad, my bed, my sofa, my gaming chair in front of the television, just waiting for the moment I can play Diablo with my friends, my kitchen table if necessary or even in the passenger seat of my car while Demon [my husband] rambles from my side. [The man, I swear, does not know how to shut the fuck up when I’m at work.] I’ve written at my mother in laws, and at…