It’s a week since I decided to spend my work time in the public spaces of the National Theatre. It’s been good. I’ve turned up every day. People have dropped by for a chat more than sitting and working together, which is OK and it’s been nice to see some unexpected faces. My weekend was wiped out by a rotten cold and I’m not back at 100% yet but I’ve come in and done little bits of writing and audio editing.
I’ve wandered throughout the building and I’m finding some favourite spots. The Olivier cafe area between level 2 and 3 is quiet a lot of the time, but popular with chatty staff meetings. The wifi holds up all over – it’s not great for VOIP, it seems to dip up and down too much for that (I’m sure there are smartphones trying to connect all the time.)
There are lovely outside spaces on the balconies and the weather has been perfect.
I realised this morning that it’s turned into a bit of a duty, I feel like I’ve got to be there in case people show up, which is ridiculous, but it’s really helped me to have more of a routine and somewhere to go. It also is good for me to be overhearing staff conversations and remembering just how many people it normally takes to get seemingly small things done so I can let myself off the hook for not achieving as much on my own.
It will continue.