It's a fundamental rule isn't it?
You could so easily embroil yourself in an implied criticism of your employer and end up in breach of contract.
But this is not really about my workplace, so much as the work I do there.
I love it.
Hear me out, people!
The Girl Who Wrote a Love Letter
Pietro Antonio Rotari - 1755
Once upon a time I had a husband who believed that The Employer was evil incarnate.
Not any employer in particular - just the concept of an organisation which contracts you to a certain number of hours a day / week / year and therefore enslaves you.
This made my life difficult.
If I was seen to be, in his eyes, subservient to The Employer, I was failing as an independent human being. So I was discouraged from going in early / staying late / working at home.
Ironically, when FL fell ill, I had to become more flexible. He understood that my employer was being generous towards me, allowing me to take him to hospital appointments or to work from home when he needed me around, so he grudgingly accepted the laptop on the kitchen table.
This time last year I was "restructured".
I had no idea who was going to line manage me, or even if my role would continue to exist.
And my husband was dying.
It all felt terribly precarious.
Fast forward to where I am now...
Yesterday morning, I was at my desk by 8 am.
It was still dark, and my lamp cast a lovely pool of golden light on my salvaged real-wood desk.
I had the window open and the frosty air was filling my lungs as I sipped my tea.
I sat there, reading and writing the hours away.
I did not leave the workplace until 6.30 pm.
It didn't feel like an imposition.
As I explained recently to a mystified Professor, when I told him that I loved my role: what more could anyone want from their job?
To have a Room Of One's Own and be paid to write all day?