Tag: teleworking

I guess it's sweet that the dog has decided that I'm not to leave my home office without her noticing.

But when the naps right behind my wheelie chair I worry she's going to get her paws run over!

Alt

A fawn-coloured French Bulldog lies on a laminate floor against the feet of an office chair.

I've lived in a LOT of different places these last few months while we've been arranging a place to live for the next six months or so of our house repairs. Each new AirBnB has had its pros and cons (and each hasn't felt like "home").

Alt

Two laptops on a glass desk in an attractive garden office/summer house, bathed in bright afternoon sunshine.

But man, I really like the "garden office" at our current one. So nice to work in the sun!

(I don't like the slow WiFi as much, but yeah... pros and cons!)

Just a mini-blep this Twenty-Sixth of Bleptember, from a certain attention-seeking doggo who insisted on a cuddle from me while I sat in a Zoom meeting.

Alt

A French Bulldog in a teal jumper lies on her back in the arms of a white human, alongside a desk with a computer keyboard. She looks contented and sleepy, and her tongue is slightly sticking-out.

With visa complications and travel challenges, this is the very first time that my team - whom I've been working with for the last year - have ever all been in the same country, all at the same time.

You can do a lot in a distributed work environment. But sometimes you just have to come together... in celebration of your achievements, in anticipation of what you'll do next, and in aid of doing those kinds of work that really benefit from a close, communal, same-timezone environment.

Alt

A group of men sit on chairs, a sofa, and the edge of a desk in a comfortable large office space.

I decided to take my meeting with my coach today in our house's new library, which my metamour JTA has recently been working hard on decorating, constructing, and filling with books. The room's not quite finished, but it made for a brilliant space for a bit of quiet reflection and self-growth work.

Alt

Dan, a white man with a ponytail, wearing a black shirt and jeans, sits in a rocking chair in front of an open laptop at a long desk; he has a notebook in his hand and holds a pen near his lips. He's in a domestic library with deep red walls, balanced-arm lamps, a woven rug on a wooden floor, and the wall behind him entirely covered with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. A grassy lawn and sapling trees can be seen through a window, bordered by floral curtains and two clumsily-placed WiFi routers that sit on the window ledge. On the corner of the desk lie various hand tools, suggesting that light construction work has recently taken place.

(Incidentally: I might be treating "lives in a house with a library" as a measure of personal success. Like: this is what winning at life looks like, right? Because whatever else goes wrong, at least you can go hide in the library!)