Have you ever just gone AWOL?
Anonymous (not verified) 22 Jan 20 15:12
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I.e. walked out in a massive strop and gone to the pub or home for the rest of the day? 

How does it work coming back into the office the next day?

Back in the old days, about 18 years ago, would routinely go on drinking sprees from about midday, esp if a trial settled in the morning. You can't do that nowadays, of course. 

One time, I went back to my office and fell asleep under my desk.

It was fine.

Yup.  It is much more sensible to just walk away and have a frothy coffee or herbal tea or a pint of beer (not in a sam smiths obv) than let the kettle of your head boil over.

 

I have seen people throw desk phones gordon brown styleee or headbutt or choke superiors.  Dudes, it aijnt wotrh it.

 

*sorry are desk phones now passe

Just set up faux meetings in your diary and visit a quiet pub where you can sit in the corner.

I used to go to so many offsite meetings anyway, people could go for days without seeing me.

One memorable time I took a week long holiday in Cornwall and literally nobody noticed, heh.

 

Teclis22 Jan 20 15:55

Just set up faux meetings in your diary and visit a quiet pub where you can sit in the corner.

I used to go to so many offsite meetings anyway, people could go for days without seeing me.

One memorable time I took a week long holiday in Cornwall and literally nobody noticed, heh.

HEH! HAHAHA!

Some might wonder why people think you're still playing the system and claiming honest taxpayers' money you're not really entitled to, Tec.

"Laz don't other lawyers ever make you so exceedingly angry that to avoid shouting at them and going beserk it's best just to walk away (a long way away)?"

Not really tbh.. A lot of them are twots, but that's just what people are like. One of the things I am quite good at is suffering fools, if not gladly, then not unhappily. Life's full of fools m99s - it's our job to suffer them.

pre-crash, Friday PMs were pub time.

 

and on one occasion had a work trip to NYC. 

 

turned off emails and phone from Friday lunch through to Monday morning. was JOYOUS

Clubbers, I'm not being funny but the fact you can remember in effect having half a working day with your phone off from 13 years ago says it all.

A former colleague, a partner in that firm had I think a few mental health issues. Just before a pitch meeting he said he was popping out for a coffee. He didn't come back for the pitch and was next seen in the office two weeks later with a suntan.

It's a good idea to decompress by walking away for a bit.  I have kicked sixteen flavours of shit out of filing cabinets.  I had one completely collapse once. And thrown a full cup pf Starbucks at my office wall.  No longer working at that firm, that doesn't happen any more. 

"Clubbers, I'm not being funny but the fact you can remember in effect having half a working day with your phone off from 13 years ago says it all."

 

What does this say all of? 

 

I have announced I’m taking half a day of annual leave and then flounced off to get completely shitfaced but that was when my girlfriend who I lived with and I were breaking up and she was moving out - not so much work related

If you're a city lawyer or finance type it's not unusual to be checking work email all the time (inc weekends), so I'm not massively surprised by Clubbers' reminiscence. 

Holy moly, the "bliss" of not checking your phone for a Friday afternoon and a weekend  fondly recalled 13 years later is one of the most depressing things I have read on ROF - is the cash really worth it?

I've just gone home a few times on bonus day due to being absolutely livid and not trusting myself to remain in the office.

On the emails point, i remember a v stressful period where I had to get an MRI scan which was absolute bliss and I fell asleep in the tube.

Not a strop, but sheer fear. I knew my boss was going to be sacked, I knew it before he did, he was a violent  binge alcoholic, I thought if he met me in the corridor and could read it in my face he would physically attack me. Left the office and went into the nearest cinema literally to hide somewhere he wouldn't find me. The helicopter-in-the-Eurotunnel scene in Mission Impossible I is seared on my brain. 

I once had a whopping falling out with my senior partner and did a flounce for the rest of the day.  Went to the pub over the road to decompress and whammed in 3 pints of Peroni in short order, busily muttering to myself.  My seccy came and found me and send he wanted me back to clear the air.  Stupidly I went back and sat there in a rapidly unfolding semi-pissed haze, trying to look and sound vaguely competent.