Trying to fix on a working pattern
I have just completed a third office desk move in just over two years, and it’s prompted a few thoughts about the kinds of environments I thrive in, and which environments kill my spirit.
The office from where I moved most recently was not ideal in any sense, but it had a couple things going for it. Despite its open-plan layout (I don’t know many friends who’ve got the luxury of personal cubicles even, these days) the old office at least had a round table for ad hoc tete-a-tetes, small personal meeting rooms and kitchen areas where you could actually sit down. There were ‘pods’ of six people, and the pods were fairly well spaced. Almost no one had to shout over the phone whenever they took a call. You had the sense at least that people knew what they had to do, and were trying to get a job done. Primarily I suppose, this has to do with the fact that most everyone in the old office is a developer. Developers can’t stand being interrupted; it takes a long time to get back into the mental mode to write code after having something take your mind from its task.
Not so in the new environs. The powers that be have managed to cram four departments into a wing of the building, with two sofas to share amongst the 200 or so employees. The lucky ones staking claim to a corner of the office can lay bits of inspiration up on the windows and the walls unless the Furniture Police come a knockin’, but the rest of us are confined to the trad photos of family and the odd small poster. The desk space I’ve been afforded is right next to an aisle, and I’m sat in front of sales people chasing leads and finishing deals. It’s the ying to the yang of creative calm. And for all the talk of ‘collaborative space’, being jammed right next to six people does not inspire conversation, I have found. It’s too open. Everyone can hear what you’re talking about, which doesn’t promote open conversation about what matters; what it fosters is two things - endless IM conversations (because that’s at least silent) and the unrelenting barrage of meeting requests proffered through Outlook.
And for a supposedly creative company like mine, the office is also markedly devoid of fun. Maybe consign that to those IM sessions too. Anyway, enough of a grumble about workspace; it’s a given, and I can only effect my little corner of it.
On to productivity…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about exactly what amount of work I get accomplished per hour throughout the day, and come to two hard truths.
Truth 1: meetings only count as productive if the following conditions are met:
- It lasts for one hour or less; preferably only as long as it takes to assign actions
- There is a self-appointed leader of the discussion
- Everyone writes something down
- An agenda is followed, from the most important item to the least, and contains no more than five items
- Any actions are assigned to the person at the meeting and not in a follow-up email.
- There are five or fewer people in the room. After that, it’s a conference and you might as well pull up a podium.
Or at least, on casual observation, these are the success factors of meetings which avoid wasting time with the eternal Meeting Curses: drift (’who’s taking notes or leading then?’), distribution of responsibility (oh someone else will take that action) and dithering (’this decision can’t really be made as a group’).
Truth 2: I do my best work on the train.
Oops. That’s 2.5 hours of cramped, sweaty travel a day, and somehow, I get the most thinking and writing and sketching and solving done there, laptop at the ready. Maybe I should just move further afield - say to Manchester, to maximise my productivity…
A quick announcement, as I only have a tiny chunk of time for this right now, but we’ve launched around 150 programme areas into
It’s not every day I wake up a curmudgeon. But when I do, it’s important to let the negativity ebb away with a healing blog post.