It took a month of remote work for me to fully abandon the expectation that I should be as productive as usual during this time. This post reflects on why.
The motivation for this post is a Twitter thread by Daniel Justice that I came across recently. I’ll reproduce its text below:
I’ve seen so many silver-lining comments from academics about how being quarantined will help them get progress on their backlog of projects. I’ve said it myself. But we need to recognize that this response is deeply pathological–we should not be normalizing this thinking.
So many presumptions, too: 1) that you’ll be healthy enough in quarantine to do that work; 2) that you won’t be attending to others’ health needs; 3) that you’ll be able to focus on it in the midst of all this; and 4) that we can or should be “productive” in a time of pandemic.
We know that dehumanizing capitalist productivity thinking has deeply penetrated academia, but this is next level. Maybe pandemic is the time to reassert our full humanity, not our capacity to be guilt-compelled machinery for institutions that already treat us as disposable.
This thread isn’t to shame people—again, my thoughts went there too. But that it’s such an instantaneous place to go says something very sad about what motivates so much of our work, especially in times like these.
And it’s been rightly pointed out that for faculty in more tenuous and insecure positions it’s a privilege to not go there, so it’s also vital for those of us with more secure jobs to work harder to improve conditions so colleagues don’t feel like this is their only option.
Find comfort where you can. But if your reflex response is “how can I become more of a productivity machine?” I’m not sure how that contributes to long-term health or happiness. Maybe that deserves a bit of reflection, and maybe the discomfort with the question does, too.
I’ve heard this sentiment repeated in various forms, and I can only agree with it. I was (am?) certainly guilty of feeling this way, too. There are a couple of different things that feed into this, which I will attempt to unpack here.
I first want to address the idea that remote work simply amounts to a change in location. Forgive me if that sounds like a strawman; but when Nielsen first announced mandatory WFH a month or so ago, I and many of my coworkers did not realize how different it would be. We knew there’d be some differences—a lack of casual office chat, no more lunches together—but I personally did not expect it to be such a drastic change.
(Sidenote: even writing that makes me look back at how naive I was and how naive that sounds—just weeks ago! I guess that’s what you call “growth.")
Perhaps obviously, being at home 24/7 is far, far different from working from home every Friday. On many Fridays, I’ll work from my bed and half-focus throughout the day. When I’m at home every day, designating my desk as “where work happens” is essential.
(Sidenote 2: this is to say nothing of the folks who have kids at home to take care of, sick family members, or any number of other things that make WFH more challenging. That any parent is getting anything done is still astonishing to me!)
Nielsen being so remote-friendly made mandatory WFH easier, mechanically speaking. We already had collaboration tools set up, many of us were used to working with teams in different offices, and most people already had good video call habits. A number of teams had members who were fully remote already.
I’m coming to believe, though, that this made the mental shift from occasionally-remote to fully-remote harder. The mechanics hadn’t changed, and so for a while I figured that the feelings of being fully remote wouldn’t, either. It took the better part of two weeks for me to realize that things will feel different, and that they should! After all, the world is in truly unprecedented times right now.
Now that I’ve observed and accepted this mental shift, my attitude about it all has gotten better. I’m realizing that it’s okay if I’m not as productive as usual. It’s okay if the scenery of my bedroom wall gets old. It’s okay to feel tired and unmotivated, and that’s a normal effect of quarantine.
The pandemic has also gotten me thinking about productivity and what motivates me. I had the same reflex as Justice describes in the Twitter thread, about how I can be more productive during this time. I have a (thankfully) unpublished blog post about my goals for quarantine, which (loosely) were to read more and try to make my research interests more fully formed.
But those were my goals before quarantine, too! It’s not like they’ve changed as a result of being at home. Part of me thought, though, that by being at home more I’d have more time to read and develop my research interests.
I do have more time—but what I lack is the energy. Looking back at the last few weeks, most of what used to be “social time” now consists of watching Twitch streams and playing Animal Crossing. Hell, I’m passively farming balloons as I write this.
And that, too, is fine. Those were my goals before quarantine started, and they haven’t changed as a result of being at home. I’ve been trying (and succeeding) to read more for months, and my research interests are naturally developing as a result. Expecting to do more, I realize, is unfair to myself. Expecting to fill former “social time” with “academic time” is, too.
One might even question whether I should expect baseline productivity during a global pandemic. The world is in a once-in-a-century disaster right now, and the expectation that I can maintain my normal output, to say nothing of exceeding it, is likely unrealistic, too. (And again, I don’t have kids who need entertainment and education, or a family to take care of.)
Sometimes I feel bad about playing video games all evening. But more and more, I’m trying to remind myself: no, I don’t have to be productive; no, I shouldn’t even expect to be productive. So maybe the 100 hours I’ve poured into Animal Crossing weren’t so bad, after all.
What does this all mean for me going forward? To stop worrying about productivity. To stop feeling like I have to be reading. I’ve read roughly a paper a week for the past six months, and remained active blogging here, and I have every reason to be satisfied with that. None of these “productive activities” have decreased during quarantine, and that’s enough.