January 9, 2012
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Amsterdam, Netherlands
"Are you not in the office on Monday?" my manager had emailed me last week after she had seen an out-of-office reply from my email account saying that I'd be back in the office on Tuesday 10 January. It's heartwarming when you realise that your manager, even after a year, doesn't know that in principle Monday is not a day that I'm being paid for being in the office.
"Don't worry," I replied, "I'll make sure that I'm in the office on the 9th."
I had no plans for today and because she had planned a visit for herself and one of my American colleagues to the office for most of this week, I didn't object to coming in today. Of course I'll do my best to compensate later this week, although I doubt whether that will work because of an urgent UK project that I'm working on, with a deadline on Tuesday next week.
And indeed, not long after I had gotten into the office did my American colleague come to my desk and we had a chat. It was good to see him again, he's a nice guy, although in all honesty I doubt whether I can help much with the purpose of his visit. I'll do my best, obviously, but we'll have to see how this goes. Because my manager arrived not much later there was absolutely no 'easing-into-office-life' this time after my holiday. No time to go through my emails in a leisurely way (I'd been reading those in Barcelona anyway), no too much time for a chat with my colleagues about how their New Year's had been. It was straight to the grind. As if Barcelona never happened. The picture shows the scaffolding in front of the house. I took it as I arrived home after work.
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