when does workday end
when the office is at home
can’t go home again
In the novel, Great Expectations, Charles Dickens’ describes a night where our hero, Pip, goes to the home of Wemmick, Mr. Jagger’s clerk.
Once arrived at Wemmick’s neat little house, Pip asks Wemmick what Mr. Jaggers thought of the house?
Wemmick replies that Mr. Jaggers have never been there.
Wemmick answers, “No; the office is one thing, and private life is another. When I go into the office, I leave the Castle behind me, and when I come into the Castle, I leave the office behind me. If it’s not in any way disagreeable to you, you’ll oblige me by doing the same. I don’t wish it professionally spoken about.”
I know I am lucky in that my job is portable.
I work in TV stations all across the country and I never ever leave my office.
At the end of the day, I went home.
Sure when I got home I had my computer and would get set up online.
I had my phone.
Anyone of my coworkers could reach out to me.
I was conscious of phone alerts as requests for help came in.
But I was home.
I was away from the office.
Now my office is the room where we keep the grand kids toy’s.
I know my office in downtown Atlanta is filled with knick knacks and memorabilia.
But I have never shared and office with a rocking horse or a bunch of barbie dolls.
And at the end of the day, there is no end of the day.
There is a ‘blurring’ of my time at work into my time at home.
Not the complete cut off that commute created.
Thomas Wolfe wrote, “”You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood … back home to a young man’s dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time – back home to the escapes of Time and Memory.”
In the grand scheme, quoting Mr. Wolfe here is a bit over the top.
I don’t want to return to ‘my home.”
I just want to go home at the end of the day.
Home to the escapes of Time and Memory.