I work alone, I work from home. I'm delightfully happy with this arrangement. I have never liked working for someone else-althought technically I do work for other people in that I get paid by outside agents, but I digress. Anyway I"ve been working alone for a number of years now and only yesterday did it dawn on me that while yes it's solitary, I do in fact have colleagues.
You lot are my colleagues, my office crowd, my water fountain chatterers.
On any given day I can-metaphorically speaking- come to work and chat with my co-workers. I can say good morning to Kav or Swearing as I shrug off my metaphorical coat, pop in on Kim who-like me- is working away diligently in his cubicle, I can gallop on over to Twenty and have a guilty snort of laughter. I can check my watch and wonder what time Sam might come in, we will wonder is Maroon alive and if Foot eater will every stop posting poetry. After coffee I can put on my thinking cap and swing by David's cubicle and get into a daily head shaking at Vox's corner. I'll wonder how Fat Sparrow is feeling and call into Pam's for a mid-morning coffee, and then back to work.
Some time in the early afternoon, the Americans show up for their shft and I, having worked for some hours, will be eager to take a break and see what they've gotten up to. I'll have some more coffee and pop about to stretch my legs, stopping off here and there to see what folk are up to, sometimes we'll chat, other times we'll just nod politely and pass on, we know we're there.
I might wander back to my cubicle and pick up and answer any notes left for me and then get back to work.
Back in the non metaphorical world when people say 'It must be lonely working alone' I can wrinkle my forehead at them and genuinely wonder what they're waffling on about.
'Alone?' I might spout perhaps waving an arm as I am wont to do. 'Alone! Are you mad? I"m part of a community, a bigger sphere, a global office. Alone? What rot! Good day to you.'
And it's true.
Or at least it would be if NTL has not buggered it all up. Now fully 80% of my co-workers are gone, snatched away in a faulty blip. And like a pupil on detention I am left listening to the echos, and scrawling my name in the dust, hoping someone might see it and know that 'I WoZ 'Ere!'