In The Office On Monday

I was in the office at 6.45am. Oh, I just get up early. (Of course, then I can leave early)

The problems that HR has been causing have inadvertently dragged me back into the office, as Boris says that is the only way we can deal with them effectively.

So, yay to HR for that.

Boris came in just after 9am, as she does. She was full of it this morning. I don’t know from whom she’d got a pep talk, but it was obvious. 

"Isn't it okay to be in the office?"

"No."

"But isn't it good to get out and see new things?"

"No."

"Isn't it nice to get out of the house?"

"No." Get a fucking grip, woman, was all I could think. [as bad as that sounds when I read it back]

She looked at me and smiled.

I wasn't agreeing to any of that. Has she not listened to anything I have said over recent months. Who the hell has gotten to her?

“Just a bit?” she said.

I didn’t answer. Seriously? 

“Oh well,” she said after the longest, pregnant pause. “It is nice to see you.” She took her take away coffee and her satchel and headed to her office. 

The reality is that we both work in our respective offices. We barely communicate during the day. I mean we do, of course we do, but we don’t work together as such, we each have our own work. The reality is despite being in adjoining offices, predominantly we still email each other, because that is the way to give share work efficiently, written details to which we can refer as often as we like, so it really doesn’t make any difference if we are in adjoining offices, or at home in our own houses.

I ate 2 pies for lunch, at my desk as I read the news online.

I worked for the rest of the afternoon on my own, barely being disturbed by anyone. 

I left at 3.15pm for home.

Really, people want to be in the office? I cannot understand why.

I watched the banked-up traffic in the street on the way home, not even, actually, in peak hour traffic, and again wondered why people want to be in the office.

I can't see any disadvantages to working from home. Recently, a friend of mine, who lives on his own, said he was too lonely at home and really wanted to go back to the office. Nyr? Get a dog. It kind of says to me, you don’t have enough going on in your life. It indicates a distinct lack of imagination, that’s what I thought. 

Well, what I really thought? What I really thought was traitor.