May 2019 – coffee shops, hot-desking and “not-desking”.

It is with a certain level of irony that I sit in a coffee shop writing this.

It seems beyond doubt that there is a modern trend for people to leave their office in favour of sitting in a coffee shop to work, with around 80 per cent  of those surveyed having done so at some point and 13 per cent admitting to doing so daily. The trend could even cause the end of the office as we know it and researchers are looking into the phenomenon.

From my own experiences, I used to find this odd but others sold its virtues: “It gives me an hour between the commute and arriving at the office to clear my head and emails in relative peace”; “It gets me out of the house for a bit”; “I’m focussed more”; and “I have bad news to give a member of staff and want to do it on neutral ground with public witnesses”.

In my working life I have seen the trend moving from a fixed desk to hot-desking and then to agile working. In the old days (not that old since all this has happened during my working life), we had an office, a fixed desk that was ours. It was our space. When we’re at the desk, we’re working (or a close approximation); when we’re not there, we’re not working.

Today, with the right and reliable tech, anywhere can be your office, even a toilet. I think we underestimate how wonderous this is and how much flexibility or fluidity it gives us over work. Want to soak up the sun and still get work done? No problem. Need to take a few hours out of the day to see your kid’s school production? No problem – or you need to come up with a better excuse than “I have to work”!

The flip side is that it’s easy to allow work to take over, even more so if you’re a freelancer. In an age of constant connectedness via smartphones, it can be stressful  and difficult to get away from things. I have friends that take their phone with them on their annual holiday to keep on top of work emails and others whose Sunday evenings are lost to checking emails so there are “no surprises” Monday morning (but then doesn’t it just make it a surprise Sunday night when you can’t do much about it?). I have one old friend who works for a US-based company whose mornings are quiet but evenings full of calls since they don’t consider the time difference between GMT and ET.

Once I started working for myself, it was a joy to be at home: no commute, everything to hand and so on. But I quickly found being at home all day became counter-productive. There was always something there distracting me – a chore or TV – and, more importantly, I didn’t get a feeling of the working day ending the same way one does when coming away from the office and so never quite switched off.

So, I decided to break the day up by going to my favourite coffee shop to work, rather than stay at home all day. It was productive – but then the same feeling I had at home set in. I realised I had taken a place of relaxation and turned it into a work place.  I tried a different coffee shop but in vain. One particularly bad day, I found I had simply worked my way down almost every coffee shop in town, working north to south down the High Street!

So now I have one for work (which just happens to be a rather “well known coffee chain” at the end of my road and I’m fairly sure I am one of the reasons it remains financially viable) and one for relaxation (the rather splendid Utopia).

I still work from home but if I have a task that must be done, I go to my “well known coffee chain” (as I am now), get focussed and get it done; when I’m at the other, I sink into their comfy chairs, forget about work and stare at the crossword.

Postscript

This blog was in process when the birth of Archie Mountbatten-Windsor was announced. I’m always happy to hear about the birth of a baby but this piqued my interest for two other reasons.

Firstly, the pedantic gene in me was overjoyed by people referring to him as a prince and a royal baby when he isn’t, due to the Letters Patent of 1917 defining who gets to use the titles HRH and Prince/ess.

Secondly, because whoever wrote the Royal Family’s official Tweets needed to brush up on the possessive (or the genitive, to be technical).

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To be fair it is, perhaps, obscure and not many noticed it (do you see it?), but it bugged me all day and shows that even the Highest in the Land should take time to double-check what goes out in public (as my February blog highlighted).

Kindly proofread by Janice Gilbert, WordperfectVA

 

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