Embrace the faff. Stare out of the window. Bend paperclips. Stand in the middle of the room trying to remember what you came downstairs for. Pace. Drum your fingertips. Move papers around. Hum. Look at the garden. Tom Hodgkinson benddownstairsdrum share on social
Of all the depressing abuses of language in business, there is none that gets me so incensed as the rampant overuse of the word 'passionate' in company slogans, marketing blurbs, mission statements and on the sides of vans. Tom Hodgkinson abuseblurbbusiness share on social
Punk was a protest against work and against boredom. It was a sign of life, a rant, a scream, a rejection of bourgeois morals. But have things improved since then? Arguably, they've got worse. Tom Hodgkinson arguablybadlyboredom Change image and share on social
When stuck years ago in a job I hated, my only friend was the public bench. As the tedious mornings dragged on, how I would long for the lunch hour, when I would be able to escape the torture of the office and stroll over to the churchyard and into the comforting wooden embrace of one of its benches. Tom Hodgkinson agobenchchurchyard share on social
Meetings, clearly, can take place anywhere, and wouldn't it be nice to see your coworkers lounging on the grass with their shoes off? Tom Hodgkinson coworkergrasslounge Change image and share on social
One aspect of fast London life I have never understood, for example, is the custom of the gym. Why do people go to gyms? Tom Hodgkinson aspectcustomfast Change image and share on social
When the going gets tough, the tough take a nap. Tom Hodgkinson naptough Change image and share on social
I originally welcomed the mobile phone, as it seemed to me that it would enable you to work from anywhere. On the mobile, who was to know if you were sitting on the branch of a tree or sitting in an office? But it instead had the opposite effect: instead of freeing us from the office, it allowed the office to take away our freedom. Tom Hodgkinson allowbrancheffect share on social
These days we seem more bound to our bosses than ever before. We even identify our own selves with the jobs we do: 'What do you do?' is the first question we ask each other at parties, as if a job title could express a fundamental truth about our personality. Tom Hodgkinson bindbossday share on social
I love the 19th-century idea of the flaneur, the poet wandering through the streets. Tom Hodgkinson 19thcenturyflaneur Change image and share on social