Where do you work? It’s a common question. As common perhaps as the, What do you do?, question (We’ll talk about this one another time). When you work in a brick-and-mortar office, this is an easy question to answer. I work downtown, between 5th and 6th in that beautiful building with the early 20th century architecture. Working virtually, it’s tougher to explain the where of the work we do.
It wasn’t until recently, when I lost my at-home workspace, that I realized I had an at-home workspace at all. A leak from the upstairs master bathroom led to the replacement of a portion of the dining room ceiling. We had to essentially move out of the dining room, a dining room we have never actually dined in, but in which I made (dumped) my office. An office adjacent to toy alley, but a workspace nonetheless.
This sudden change left me thinking about where I work and the significance of having a space to work. I have never before needed a home office. My past employment took me on location in stores, restaurants, schools, offices. Along with a job description and a task list, even a few very attractive uniforms, I was given a space in which to complete my work. The beauty of working virtually is my workspace is mobile. I admit I dream of a color-coordinated in-home office space where I can display a giant vision board, leave work out in stacks that make sense to me, and close the door (say what?!). In reality, however, my dining room table office must be easy to pack up and move when Lillian’s Art Studio has booked the location or when I just need a change of scenery.
As a Virtual Assistant, at any one time, I'm working on a variety of tasks…some are basic data entry, some are more ongoing projects, research, and some allow for more creativity. As such, some tasks are best tackled at the coffee shop close to my son’s preschool where I order my hot chai tea and get to work. The air is still and quiet, and there is always a spare table. Other tasks are best completed at the coffee shop up the highway with an Americano in hand. This one is always buzzing with people, meeting up with close friends or business associates. Sometimes I need to drive west, closer to the coast, to feel the ocean breeze while I type. Then there are times I just need to think. So I swim. In the cool water, I carve out space to move, to breathe, to think. A lot of ideas were born in that YMCA pool. Blog posts were written. The name MAVAN was derived.
Workspace. Space to work. Space to think. Space.
So I ask you.
Where do you work?
(And sometimes my workspace is seated in Mom Row at my kiddos’ gymnastics lesson…)