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I had to quickly move to a short-term rental and I did this. I had a three-inch pad on the floor to sleep on, a folding chair, and a desk with my laptop on it.
I’m a programmer, and as such, knew lots of other programmers. It was alarmingly common. I always tried to make a bit more of a home, and do other things outside of programming outside of work, but most didn’t. It was office or pub. But maybe it’s a 20s thing.
When I moved out for the very first time I was using banana boxes and a piece of plywood as a computer desk. It honestly worked pretty dang good until my relocation check cleared and I was able to buy real furniture.
Still more in it than some programmer ‘homes’ I’ve seen, where it’s matress on the floor, boxes as tables, but a desk and a computer.
Reminds me of drug dens. I think this kind of thing happens when too much of your life is consumed by a single thing…
I had to quickly move to a short-term rental and I did this. I had a three-inch pad on the floor to sleep on, a folding chair, and a desk with my laptop on it.
I’m a programmer, and as such, knew lots of other programmers. It was alarmingly common. I always tried to make a bit more of a home, and do other things outside of programming outside of work, but most didn’t. It was office or pub. But maybe it’s a 20s thing.
I was reviewing sensor data for ADVs while I was doing this.
When I moved out for the very first time I was using banana boxes and a piece of plywood as a computer desk. It honestly worked pretty dang good until my relocation check cleared and I was able to buy real furniture.
Some of the ones I’m thinking of had stayed like that for over a year, but been on decent money. They just didn’t care.