Just ain’t what it used to be
Moons ago (maybe many, maybe few), working at home was a day spent concentrating on things that needed quiet time.
No, not the computer off of Hitchiker’s Guide To The Galaxy.
The other kind of deep thought.
Working at home used to be a time of uninterrupted mental powerhousing, when I could sit down and read those annoyingly verbose documents, and get to grips with what the drafter actually meant.
I used to be able to work at home and take it as an opportunity to get to grips with over 600 unread emails.
Working at home used to give me, in a Supermanesque kind of way, my very own Fortress of Solitude, from where I could just get on with all the stuff that needed getting on with, and where I could do this in a completely uninterrupted manner.
I wouldn’t mind the little Lync (now Skype for Business) application sitting there broadcasting away to my colleagues, because I worked safe in the knowledge that I was actually working.
I was doing things.
And getting on with stuff.
Sadly those days seem to have vanished.
I have been working at home today.
And my Fortress of Solitude has been penetrated
I took my first and only break for a hot drink at 17.12.
TWELVE MINUTES PAST FIVE!
FIRST HOT DRINK!
OF THE ENTIRE WORKING DAY!
Don’t get me wrong, I love my job.
But if I had been in the office, I would have had my first hot drink many hours earlier than TWELVE MINUTES PAST FIVE!
Who do I write to, to complain about this?