It’s summer, my kids are home from school and I work from home.
Talk about a bad combination.
Since the end of the school term, I have put in more hours at work than I care to admit. And, all the while, I’ve been fending off wistful children who assume that since they spot me making mad dashes for the coffee pot, that I too am on break.
While I’d love to play the “I was here first” card so they leave me to my employment-based obligations, I’ve decided it’s time to invoke these three simple non-debatable rules:
#1 When my office door is closed, that means I am working – not surfing the net, not folding laundry in secret and definitely not napping. So, unless someone is seriously bleeding or the house is on fire, Do Not Disturb me.
#2 While I’m “at work”, do not expect me to fetch things, make things or clean things that you can fetch, make or clean yourself.
#3 Just because I’m on a conference call, do not assume that I have pressed the “Mute” button on my phone. Trust me when I tell you that members of my project team do not appreciate the aesthetics of the Muppet movie soundtrack as much as you do, nor do they care whose turn it is to mow the lawn.
Now, if I could just get the park district to install wifi so I could work poolside…