Courtesy of the The New Yorker, a tale of the downside of working from home:

911 OPERATOR: 911 - what's your emergency?

ROBERT: Hi, I . . . uh . . . I work from home.

OPERATOR: O.K., is anyone else there with you, sir?

ROBERT: No, I'm alone.

OPERATOR: And when's the last time you saw someone else? Was that today?

ROBERT: Uh, my wife . . . this morning, I guess.

OPERATOR: Anyone else?

ROBERT: I don't think so. Well, the mailman, but that was through the blinds. I don't know if that counts.

OPERATOR: I'm afraid not. (Pause.) I'm going to ask you to open the blinds, O.K.? Let's go ahead and let some light in.


Me, I don't work from home. We're allowed to - indeed, my employers are very proud of how their 'TW3' 1 program contributes to making a brilliant workplace by, among other things, permitting us to work from home for up to two days a week. Past experience tells me that if given the opportunity to set my own hours I'd be prone to end up with no clear sense of the gap between work mode and the rest of my life. 2

[Via swissmiss]

  1. Transforming the Way We Work.

  2. One positive side of an 80 minute daily commute by public transport, split between three or four different services depending upon the precise time I leave work, is that it serves as an opportunity to leave work mode far behind me.