The best thing about working on a weekend is not that I might be alone in the office (in glorious silence) or at most joined by 2 or 3 others, but that I get a lot more work done in less time. The reason is, of course, that I rarely work more than three hours on a weekend day and so there is no reason to pace myself or take the little coffee breaks and chat stops that one does during an 8-hour work day.
Everyone who might be there will be more businesslike and less inclined to shoot the breeze. For example, one Saturday recently, I’m sitting alone in my little office, door open and typing away, when one of my chattier colleagues walks by on his way to his little office. He stops, sticks his head in the door and asks: “Are you going to the annual office party?”
I groan inwardly, expecting a long chat, and answer: “No, I wasn’t planning to.”
He says: “Neither was I.” and walks away.