We literally fight our way in. Elbows if you take the train or bus, risking hypothermia if you walk, flirting with a heart attack if you drive, or by willing to lay down my life twice a day because I ride a motorbike.
When I get to work, I sign onto a PC, send a few emails, attend virtual meetings because travel budgets have been cut, send a few more emails then don my life protecting equipment to go home again. Don’t get me wrong, riding my motorbike is the one part of my working day when I feel most alive, ironically it’s also time when I’m closest to death. I love it, there’s no greater feeling than sailing past the generic faces stuck in cars, destitute for hours on end, staring pointlessly at the car in front.
As a species we’ve spent trillions of any currency you like, laying wires over our grubby little planet we call home, seemingly to distribute videos of cats scratching their nuts, or doing something else moronically anthropomorphic.
Why then does the stigma still exist that if you work from home, you are inevitably skiving. Of course I’m blessed (I’m not blessed at all, I’m mortally wounded career-wise) that I have the type of job where I can work from home. There are a few instances of doctors trying to Skype-save patients’ lives, in something voyeuristically similar to the weird and wonderful fetishes that exist on the internet, but in practice, any other profession than office monkey is impractical.
When I work from home, I get infinitely more work done. I don’t have to participate in the inane office chat, discussing which frustrated colleagues have been diddling each other behind their partners’ back, I don’t have to drink the water and brown from the ‘coffee machine’ and I don’t have to risk my life to get to work. Instead of wasting hours of making idle small talk with people passing my desk, I can achieve more work, I save electricity for the company, I save the fuel getting there and I save years’ worth of unnecessary stress in the commute.
Telecommuting was dreamed up as a driver for the invention of the internet, so why then do we not all do it when we can. As a demographic generalisation I no longer meet my friends I talk to them in 140 character bursts of information, so why then can I not work in an environment I choose, with real coffee, and music of my choice without the imputation of being lazy?