I’m working from home today, for the first time since May-the-somethingth. Still undecided about whether I like it or not.
This morning, the sun poured in and warmed the study. I put the Jurassic Park soundtrack on Spotify, and I flew through my tasks like a velociraptor in the long grass. I dialled into a meeting in my pyjamas, with hair looking like a box of springs had just exploded, eyes bleary and unspectacled. No-one knew.
I even went to Waitrose for lunch - a piping macaroni affair in ciabatta breadcrumbs, with a side of pensioners sipping lattes and talking about the troubles of their grandchildren. I wasn’t there long.
The thing is, it’s work but sort of without the good bit - the people bit.
Oh there’s Skype. But you lose the all-important tone and body-language somehow. People you’re friends with seem more brusque and disconnected.
There are emails too! But my attempts to be humorous by email seem to fall conspicuously flat without that polite (humour me) chuckle you sometimes get.
And don’t talk to me about Slack. I’m in trouble because I asked why Cluedo doesn’t count as a ‘proper’ board game. I’d love a game of Cluedo! And it is a game... with a board. Slack, where developers talk about steam trains and coding repositories, does not agree.
So, my washing spins in the tub and my computer beeps happily to itself as the notifications roll in. There’s nothing controversial to get riled-up about, and no cake or biscuits in the kitchen (other than my own packet of Oreos, which seems to have dissolved into crumbs somehow). It’s all good.
Maybe I should work at home more often. It has its charms.
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