So far, ‘virtual’ meetings have been a revelation. I used to kid myself that all the driving was relaxing and my best opportunity to catch up with and hone my ‘Popmaster’ (kids etc.) skills. FaceTime meetings take half as long, no instant coffee (if you’re my client and you’re reading this, your instant coffee was always great) or dog hairs (see previous parentheses). In theory, I have an extra three or four hours a day available, although I’m already not quite sure where they’re going. And that’s after four days; ask again in four months and I might feel differently…
“The working-from-home illusion fades”
Are workers working from home more or less productive than those catching the 7.02am to London Bridge every day? ‘Probably sitting at home in their bleedin’ jim-jams’, said someone recently of a less-than-helpful call centre employee, the assumption being that, were they surrounded by colleagues and with a manager cracking the whip, he or she would have sorted his energy bill more efficiently.
