“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols
Good morning from a grey, slightly damp Devon.
I woke up at 5 am — on the dot — but didn't swing my legs over the bed and wander downstairs to the kitchen (where I'm writing this post) until 5.30 am.
Overnight, due to the changing Government advice, I sent my Boss a text seeking his permission to work from home. He agreed. I'm glad, because my youngest daughter who's had a cold for a few days, has this morning woken up with a dry cough. I don't know if she's got the virus but we've decided it's best she stays off College — at least for the next seven if not fourteen days.
I'll be honest, I've been pushing for working from home (WFH) for a long time but it's been a losing battle. Don't ask me why, but I knew my day would come but not, of course, in these dire and deeply troubling times. For me, it's no big deal but it is for a company who has never experimented with let alone considered WFH. Like a lot of people are saying online, I hope — no, I really hope — that this marks a sea change in their thinking. I mean, I've already done an hour's worth of work even before writing this post and caught up with the news etc. (What a clever boy, Ju — it's just work you eejit.)( Collapse )