December 31st, 2020

Office life

South Brent, Devon
South Brent, Devon

I left the office on Friday, 28 February 2020 and haven't been back.

I'm still working for the same company in Devon but I've been at home all this time.

And it's my intention never to return; I don't say those words lightly.

Of course, I can't predict the future but my plan is to make sure that by the time they sound the All Clear siren, or sufficiently for us to cross the threshold and walk the two flights of stairs to my office (more a desk in a big open plan environment), I'll be up the road — as they say in these Devonshire parts. 

Doing what?

Well, I'm not too hot on predictions — yes, I know it doesn't always come across that way 🙏 — but my plan is, as it has been for a while now, to take my show on the road and become a freelancer again, finding my way in the world not just as a lawyer but someone who is (and I hope this doesn't sound too priggish) troubled out loud. This is taken straight from the playbook of my (although he doesn't know it) 'teacher' — via his books, podcasts and music — Stephen Jenkinson of the Orphan Wisdom School

Who is my target audience? (God, I'm sounding more corporate by the day!)

The likely suspects:

  • Firstly, I've got unfinished business apropos the legal profession. My biggest bugbear has always been the way it (and I mean private practice) treats its people — all of them. I feel I'm ready to have the conversation again — i.e. what does a genuinely human and humane workplace look like?
  • Secondly, the corporate world and the world of work more generally. I think it needs to be shocked into serious environmental action — and I don't mean more faux green marketing. And not because I say so but instead because if it doesn't then there won't be anything left of us and the world. In this regard, see the book Ecocide: Kill the Corporation before it kills us by David Whyte. 
  • And then, finally, there's the whole spiritual thing — a word, for the record, that I'm not totally comfortable with but it'll do for now. It's not that I think I'm some New Age Messiah (...not that! Definitely not that!) but I do think that there's a lot more I could say about a Socratic dialogue, namely, know thyself, and that seems just as apposite in a corporate as well as personal setting, where so many people seem lost in the conditioning of the past that has robbed them of their genius (from Latin genius "guardian deity or spirit which watches over each person from birth; spirit, incarnation").

But who knows?

Who really knows?

I might just as well pull up the drawbridge on all of this and disappear quietly into the ether never to be heard from again. 

Or I might hunker down and see out my retirement on a little farm.

Or...?

You get the picture.

Anyhow, the postscript to this post can be summed up like this. It's no accident that I've shared the above picture. That is my office as much as my wee desk and quiet little room. And why would I want to give that up anytime soon? The office banter? Sorry, I don't miss it, nor the alleged social thing. My colleagues, for sure, are a great bunch of people but they're not my life — or what's left of it. I know that sounds awful but I'm not willing to trade being true to who I am or answering the call of my soul to know I'm going to an office to do, pretty much, the same thing (and that includes the conversation) as yesterday.

Anyhow, enough of my WFH warblings.

Have a good one.

Deep bows, Ju. 


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