My last full day in the office was March 13, 2020. As I close in now on my six-month anniversary of an office-free work existence, untethered to a specific physical location, I have to admit it: I kind of miss my office.
I’ve been perfectly content working remotely and using all of the technology that permits us to do so. And without having to do my “walking commute” in the morning and evening, and with “lunch hours” that often consist of a hastily prepared sandwich that I eat while continuing to work, I feel like I’ve made very productive use of my “working remotely” time.
But, after working at the firm for 35 years, I’d gotten to the point of having a pretty darned nice office. I miss my L-shaped desk set-up, which allowed me to easily pivot from working on the computer to a large, reasonably tidy desk surface, at the just the right height, where I could spread out papers and keep documents for different matters in different stacks that were close at hand. I miss my office windows and the overhead lights that made my office a bright place to toil. I miss my office chair, with its ergonomic design and rubbery webbing that would let you kind of sink into it, that gave me the ability to swivel around and lean back, always with total lumbar support. And I really miss the susurrus of the office background noise coming in through the doorway, and the drifting voices of my colleagues as they pass by in the hall and chat at the nearby elevator bank.
So, don’t get me wrong — working remotely has been just fine. Really! But I suspect that, when I get back to the office for a regular day’s work, and get to experience that office environment again, I’ll sink back into that familiar chair, give it a quick whirl around, lean back, and think “aaah.“