Several years back I was employed in a company that wanted to save office space. The head of the company told the employees that whoever wanted would be allowed to work from home on their computer. The firm would make sure that we would be supplied with the electronic equipment necessary to be hooked up to the company’s network.
                  
A few days later I woke up in the morning and when I looked out of the window and saw that it was raining, I decided that this was a good day to start working from home. The time I would usually spend going to work I could spend sleeping. When I eventually got up, I took my time in the bathroom and spent a little time tidying up the living room and the kitchen. Afterwards it was time for breakfast, which I never used to have the time for. Again, I took it easy and enjoyed reading a book as I ate. Next, I looked through the mail. As I sat studying an unintelligible letter from the tax office, I turned on the stereo. After a while my conscience began nagging me and I looked at my watch: it was late. I should have begun my workday long ago. Reluctantly, I sat in front of the computer, and as I turned it on, the phone rang. It was an old friend who wanted to drop by. He suggested coming over for lunch. I explained that I had work to do. He was unsympathetic, sounded disappointed and ended feeling slightly insulted by my refusal. I went back to my computer, but every nook and cranny in my flat suddenly called for my attention: floors to vacuum, plants to water, windows to clean, items to buy. Hey! It was almost lunchtime and there was no food in the fridge, either. So I went around the kitchen making a list and then I was out the door to go shopping. It was afternoon by the time I got home and I was getting hungry, so I made some lunch. By the time I’d finished lunch (and washed up) my conscience wasn’t doing well at all. Now it was time to get down to work – so I made a cup of tea. With my laptop in one hand and the tea in the other, I sat myself down in my best chair. “This chair is sure comfortable,” I thought, before I fell asleep. It was knocking-off time when I woke up. Luckily I hadn’t been disturbed by unannounced guests, television, nasty letters from the bank, children, sunny weather, computer games, romantic encounters or noisy neighbors. If that had been the case I would either have to put in a couple of hours’ overtime or to give up my lunch break.