In my last job, at a major high-tech corporation, they issued us all laptops so we could work anywhere. I was allowed to WAH up to three days per week. Years back, when my kids were small, I worked at home full time as a freelancer and worked my tail off, weekends and holidays and everything, to make tight deadlines. I had a babysitter here with them so I could proceed uninterrupted unless there was a crisis.
1. I always got more done at home, sometimes as much as 50% more. There were fewer interruptions, I didn’t have the ambient and often very distracting office noise to contend with, and I was physically more comfortable. I didn’t even have to put shoes on, never mind fussing with hair, makeup, office wear, etc., and you couldn’t beat the commute. That was about 90 minutes saved in the mornings.
2. I always put in my full day’s worth of hours, and often more. But I felt free to redistribute the time: I’d often start a little later, break for a medical appointment or a quick errand, pause to talk to my son. I could also get all the household laundry done in quick breaks during one WAH day.
3. Well, I’ve certainly known folks who took WAH days as a chance to slack off. One woman used to dial into a Monday 10:00 a.m. meeting from bed, I swear, probably with the phone propped by her ear. A little while into the meeting we could all hear her snoring over the Polycom. It was absurd and embarrassing. What’s more, it kind of tarred everyone a little bit. You don’t want people to roll their eyes and start saying “Yeah, sure,” when you say “I’m WAH tomorrow.”
I’d say you can grant yourself a few little liberties, such as a quick run to the drugstore or a phone chat with your mother, but I think it’s important to make certain that WAH days are really productive. Getting credit for a full workday without leaving home is a privilege and can be revoked.
I always tracked my time closely, made sure I had something substantial to show for every WAH day, dialed in to all meetings, and was accessible by e-mail all day. If I went out, I’d let my manager know. This much care was worth it for the freedom to work in my slippers, in a quiet place, steps away from the bathroom (and the refrigerator), and put in a full day without getting on the freeway.
If I needed a chill day, I took it as PTO.