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With crown wave number two and subsequent restrictions, a new phenomenon is emerging in the flow of social media. Acquaintances who work from home suddenly show their workplaces dull. Kitchen table corners have been replaced by more deranged home offices with ergonomically correct desks and chairs.
More and more people are realizing that this task, which we thought was a lovely and temporary thing, will actually take a while. With that idea, the need to recreate some form of professionalism and dignity from the previous job increases.
Therefore, it has It’s also time to get serious about the problems of the new home office work environment. One of them has turned out to be: Pets that bother when we work. It is well known that many acquired pets during the pandemic. First, there was a rush to go to dog stables and cat homes for four-legged animals, and then the same institutions were busy relocating animals that the impulsive covid could not handle. Concepts like the crown cat were established and made some people hesitate to combine homework with pets. But far from everything.
In The Guardian, author and columnist Tim Dowling describes how his work days are now marked by the terror of pets. He’s excited about the ruthless cat in the house that steps on his keyboard and annoys at Zoom meetings. You get stressed out by the attention-hungry dog who doesn’t seem to understand the meaning of the word deadline. Dowling also describes a growing parrot problem. That is, the birds that were bought as good company for the pandemic this spring but six months later are driving their owners crazy with their screams. Dowling cites worrying data about a 70% increase in parrot placement.
Sandi reads Ulf Lundell.
Photo: Catia Hultquist
Don’t see anyone else turn to contacting experts for help with pet cooperative difficulties. I read the column with increasing recognition; I also have a four-legged colleague for some time. My pet is certainly not a crown dog, Sandi was acquired the year before. But a few weeks after telecommuting, I wrote a deeply romantic chronicle about the new employment relationship. “A dog is the pure prize in the lottery of friends” was my happy message.
Don’t get me wrong, I still think so. But seven months later, I’m a little less tolerant of what I later described as cute little antics: “He slips away with my headphones when I’m on the phone, ties his glasses when I’m on a deadline, or appears in the photo and itches my arm when I talk about something serious in a video conference. “
As you can see, the latter doesn’t go so well with my newfound ambition for professionalism and dignity in the home office. Nor that my four-legged colleague has a tendency to eat the iPhone earphones as snacks. Therefore, I have tried to solve cooperation problems with continuing education. We recently took a course where he learned to track and leave things behind. I saw in front of me how he could help me find things that tend to go up in smoke.
One morning i’m looking after my glasses and mutter out loud to myself “where are the glasses?”. When I give up and sit in front of the computer, my colleague obediently puts down his glasses. He’s got them in his mouth, they certainly crunched with a hole in the glass, but still, a forward drop. I also see the itchiness during video conversations gradually beginning to subside as an extenuating circumstance. I no longer intend to go to the union.
It also helps to think of those who are said to have significantly worse work environment problems, such as women in the restaurant industry who have been forced to obey managers who make Sandi’s body language appear modest. In that case, dressage doesn’t seem profitable either.
Read more chronicles and other texts by Catia Hultquist
