Which is the biggest lie? When I was working in the corporate world, with the specter of layoffs in the air and whispered sightings of tall men in hooded capes carrying scythes wondering the halls, our human resources representative sent out a widely broadcasted voicemail about the perilous situations of our jobs while she was “working from home”. The funny thing was that in the background of the voicemail, you could hear the frolic of young children and the splash of water.
Obviously, the troops commiserated and the voicemail was widely discussed. Our HR representative was quickly glossed as “Poolside Pam” to commemorate her “working from home” while the rest of us toiled amongst the endless maze of cubicles. As time wore on, she was referred to only as “Poolside” among the minions.
As someone who “works from home” exclusively, I know first hand how awful it is to have work staring me in the face 24/7. It does take a certain discipline to be productive at home, but no more discipline than to sit in an office and stare at a computer with a live internet connection. I can admit to taking a phone call while sitting at my son’s track meet on occasion.
