My ad of the moment is Sofology, you know, the one with the cute blond guy extolling the virtues of all things sofa – and home – and do I agree with him? My favourite outside of work pastime involves floating in domestic space on an upholstered surface, with drinks on tap – I think they call it the kitchen – and NO commuting afterwards – aaah! My guy is right; home is
incredible…
Which is why I read with concern of how a number of top bosses are installing sleep pods to enable workers to catch bouts of shut-eye between takes. Since I have never experienced a sleep pod, I cannot comment on the extent of their comfort, or otherwise. What I found slightly disconcerting in Andre Spicer’s report (
Should we be allowed to sleep at work? Guardian newspaper) is that he reports one subject as saying that, with access to a sleep pod: “there is no need to go home”. Eh?
Never to leave the office behind, following a long day’s slog?
Never to hop on train, bus or automobile and presently, put the key in the front door lock?
Never to enjoy warm shower before slipping into jammies and slippers, and partaking of hot supper in front of animated television screen?
And never to lie in one’s own bed and – gasp – sleep in it?
Quelle horreur!
Even if you totally love your occupation – and who does not want to – surely you have to leave the office behind sometime?
Even if, like me, such leaving off involves moving a mere few yards from self-assembled executive chair and computer stand, to the nearby couch?
Feel free to enlighten me, but even with the most comfortable sleep pod in the world, surely..?
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