Home Office Dweller Prints

'I'm sorry. The CEO can't come to the phone right now. He's entertaining some prospective clients over lunch.'

"Working from home is a great idea, Dad. We'd just like to establish some kind of dress code."

"Woof"

Since I started working from home, it only comes out twice a day – wine o'clock and coffee o'clock.

Gordon usually works from home.

"Did you order the nicotine-caffeine-alcohol combo special?"

Self-Isolating

'Noticeboard? I forgot it was there to be honest.'

'I'll be late for dinner, dear. I'm up to my neck in paperwork.'

"I know what this is, it's what mum and dad call 'working from home'...

Things-to-do-today: Daily workboxes piled up on desk.

Politicians' basements (as seen on TV)

"It has come to my attention that some work-from-home employees aren't maintaining company standards."

"I'm thinking of turning this home office into a man-cubicle."

"I'm working from home today."

"I can always tell when Philip is working on family finances. A 'cursor' appears on both sides of the computer screen."

Lumbar support animal

'I just don't feel I'm getting anywhere.'

City Boy.

Clients who show up early for an appointment are really annoying ??" especially when you work from home.

"There, all neat and tidy!"

In case of emergency, break glass.

''A desk job.' That's what they called it at the interview.' 'Same here.' 'SHH!'

'I'm thinking of cutting my hours down to 24/7."

"Indeed - you're Mr. Gurkenman! After all the 200m meetings I remembered you much smaller!"

'It's your husband. The baby won't burp for him.'

"The good news is the company said I could work from home. The bad news is they made me take all my paperwork with me."

'...Couldn't you just get pictures for your desk?'

'Don't worry about the company's pension plan. The way we work you, you'll be lucky to live that long!'

"It was Saturday night. The clock on my office wall showed the time to be eleven-forty-five. There are times when a private eye does not necessarily feel like being a private eye. This was one of those times. The elevator door down the hall clanked open with a clank familiar to anyone on the fourth floor who had had an office on the fourth floor for as long as I had had an office on the fourth floor. Footsteps came down the darkened hall and stopped outside my door. They were the footsteps of a

"This is Mr. Harrington, our mortgage nerd."

"So, you want your owners to write you off and treat you more like their kid?"

"I want to work from home!"

'You have to stop bringing all that work home. You're trying to send a fax from our toaster.'

'I'm a work-at-home dad.'