I love coffee shops. They are wonderful places to drink coffee with friends, have a quiet afternoon with a good or okay book, or write a poignant blog post. They are not, however, wonderful places to work every day. Over the past several months, I have spent approximately 8 million hours working in coffee shops and have concluded that, for the following reasons, if I have to work in coffee shops for much longer, I might just lose it.
- I’m tired of smelling like coffee. It was cute for the first three days.
- I don’t like to buy everything I consume during my workday. Lattes and muffins add up, and do not necessarily comprise a balanced diet. Having access to free coffee and tea and a kitchen will be huge.
- When something really great or terrible happens, I don’t want to have to scan my gchat list for someone with a green dot who might care. I’d rather be able to talk to the person at the next desk who already knows what’s going on because we chatted about it yesterday around the water cooler. (Does that happen in real life?)
- Having my entire work-life stored in a canvas tote and in various piles around my bedroom is inconvenient. To have a storage locker where I can store things in an organized fashion, away from my home and car, will be lovely.
- Having meetings in coffee shops can be delightful, or can be a nightmare, depending on the entirely unpredictable environment. Being able to invite someone to a beautiful, professional meeting space where they wont have to buy anything, will be a great asset to my professional life.
- It is difficult to work on something that requires a lot of focus when there is a table full of giggly undergrads next to me planning their spring break trip to Cancun.