The Great Remote Working Delusion - It's Just Annual Leave's Weird Cousin
There is something deeply glamorous about the phrase "working remotely from Cyprus." It sounds like the sort of thing a woman in oversized sunglasses says while casually ordering another iced coffee by an infinity pool. She's chic, making money and doing it all from the comfort of a sun lounger. Dear reader, working remotely was not remotely chic. It was me, in a slightly damp apartment, with a laptop balanced on my knees, trying to sort somebody’s HMRC forms while my husband and son marched off to the waterpark looking like the opening scene of a holiday brochure. It was my husband shouting, "don't forget the goggles," while I opened another spreadsheet. I work for a fully digital business. There is no office or awkward kitchen small talk. I have never stood next to my colleagues at a printer complaining about the weather and exchanging stories of the weekend. I know them only as names on a screen, faces on a Google Meet call, and the little green dots besi...