Working in the office drives me crazy. The only thing worse is working from home

It was a personal best record for me: three days straight working from home in my favourite tracksuit. If I had my way, I would never leave my home office. My nifty mid-winter work from home strategy was in full swing. All I had to do was take off my Pokémon beanie and fingerless gloves for online meetings, then straight back into the winter woollies and the chocolate spread sandwich that was waiting on the desk for my 9.44am break. What a joy to not have to put up with the outrageous behaviour of my work colleagues.

Those colleagues, who in the interests of work harmony must remain anonymous, seem to have no problem with slurping up a breakfast bowl of granola at the desk opposite me. Or forcing me to the other side of the office to avoid their loud phone conversations about grocery shopping, school pick-ups and who last fed the goldfish. Then there are the times when I race to the photocopier with an urgent job, only to find someone standing there with several weeks’ worth of printing splayed out across the bench. Some days it feels like I am the only person in the office with a sense of self-awareness and a willingness to compromise for others!

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