I have a purpose-built office at home. We bought the neighbouring apartment and I cancelled the lease on my former office. So in the morning, after my 60cm morning commute, I sit down to work, and then…
Ten minutes pass, or twenty, I start to focus. One child interrupts. I help with whatever. I try again, half an hour passes. Another interruption — a child perhaps, or my wife wants to discuss food for next week or wonders whether it's time for an espresso, or the DHL chap who knows very well that I'm there and can pass parcels to the neighbours.
Hi Arnt he says,
I have a parcel for a <name>, can you…? Later the neighbour will ring the doorbell too, but that's usually after the end of my working day. Usually.
After the third interruption it's really difficult to gain focus at all. The corona virus has turned my lovely office into almost a regular one.
This is my answer to
so how should the office be, then? and
so how does your office look?, both of which are are entirely reasonable things to say to me, particularly this month. If you haven't talked to me about work environments and productivity, this post may be one to skip. […More…]
Tidying my office, chapter 17, in which beloved hardware is less beloved than a usable shelf.
I'm throwing away the keyboard Cherry made for me sometime around the middle nineties.
It has an AT keyboard plug, so I haven't been able to use it in a while, and it's worn out […More…]
Stronger: I have two desks, and both are now reasonably tidy.
I've had a tidy desk before, such as when I moved to a new office in 1998, but this time no force majeure is involved. I tidied my desks, and kept at it until I was done. Three days.
I congratulate myself. My mother would, too, if I were to tell her.