Up until my more recent implementation of flexible working, whereby I am actually
going to make making an effort to accept the need for flexible working hours/locations for a while, I have fortunately been afforded unwavering support and understanding from both my manager and my staff over the last 12 to 18 months when I’ve needed to leave the office or work from home.
As I write this, it’s 7.12 a.m. on a Sunday morning, and I’ve just done half an hour’s solid, productive work. Shortly, I’ll start getting ready to go and spend time with family for my nephew’s birthday; I’ll likely return around 3 p.m. and get another hour’s work done and then relax with a book for the afternoon, perhaps doing a little more work in the evening (in addition to scheduling my week) if I feel the need to.
I spent 3 hours in the office yesterday morning, because I was meeting a client nearby at 10 a.m. instead of the Monday morning meeting we had scheduled which he could no longer make. The work I did means if I don’t feel up to it, I won’t need to go into the office on Monday morning – in fact, the hour or thereabouts I’d spend commuting, I’ll instead be able to spend on computer tasks, which frees up additional time for making phone calls later in the morning. It’s too early to make calls during my usual commute time, so I essentially gain an extra hour.
How good it feels to start my Sunday morning with a clear mind, little tasks out of the way, with nothing but a cheerful day to look forward to.