As we mark National Work and Family Month, I began the month without work. Hundreds of thousands of my fellow federal employees also found themselves no longer working. I can't begin to tell you what that feels like after dedicating 15 years of service to America, as a United States veteran and civilian public servant.
Since the arrival of my first baby, I have experienced a fairly full spectrum of flex options, from essentially none at all at one employer to what I would say now is a great arrangement for me (working from home on Fridays and making time for school events and extra work when necessary) and my boss.
I got to experience two workplace meetings recently that on the surface seemed like two very different orbits. One was held in a trendy loft in Manhattan where hipsters brought dogs and attendees ate cakes out of mason jars. The other was held in a standard corporate conference room where business attire and strong coffee reigned.