I hate open space offices. I don’t particularly like meetings. I do like seeing people at the office from time to time, not every single day. I work better when I’m isolated. Disruption is a productivity killer. Does the work from home works for me? You bet. I don’t have young children. The house is... Continue Reading →
Feeling Robbed
One hundred forty. One hundred forty days. We all remember March, 13th, right?. That’s the day the confinement started for me. For many of us too. And since then, normality is taking another meaning. Something that we didn’t chose. This is our war. Our third world war. Nothing like we could expect, but a war... Continue Reading →
