This is the diary of Robert Smith, a fictional portrayal of his misadventures as a telecommuter. Anyone would think working from home would be great, but Robert isn't that lucky.
Thursday, 3 November 2011
Had some trouble explaining appearance of coat when other half came home last night. Had not thought it through so story came out about coffee shop trips. Other half replied going to a coffee shop was one thing, but she would not be seen dead with me wearing "that poor excuse for a Rastafarian's winter collection". Showed some sign of disappointment to which other half smiled sweetly, kissed me and said coat would be fine for gardening in the dark.