For several weeks, I have more or less ceded my desk and the ‘good’ laptop (although that’s stretching the term good somewhat: it’s the one with Word and Excel on it) to my eldest for schoolwork. I have been contributing further to the sagginess of the sofa, with an old computer on my lap, running Elementary OS and Libre Office.
While both Elementary and Libre Office are perfectly serviceable and in some regards better than their Microsoft counterparts, the conversion process isn’t always seamless and in delivering useable documents to my client, I’ve had to apologise for strange bullet points or indents that I just can’t seem to do anything about.
I finally decided yesterday – with slightly aching back – that the sofa was not indefinitely sustainable as a workplace and Mrs Garytone and I spent a while rearranging a large TV and a pile of gaming machines so I could reclaim my desk, albeit that means I now work in the same room as my eldest does his schoolwork.
I have not shared an office since leaving Essex Music Services in August 2012. Both my son and I have a habit of talking to ourselves while working (to make matters worse, he is currently composing and various beeps and synthesised violin sounds are emanating from the other corner of the room).
Mrs Garytone and our youngest work on the kitchen table: clichéd but doubtless a very common experience. At least we have enough space to get away from each other when we need to, a small garden and the option of going for a walk (despite the cooler weather). I am conscious that families I knew in my last job and many of the children at Mrs G’s school are not so lucky.
Even so, it remains to see how long sharing an office remains tolerable. I know I did it before but somehow it seems marginally easier with people I’m not closely related to!