HOLD your horses. For my job, I’m effectively available from 6am through 5pm, later depending on the circumstances. If I do get home early, I am likely still working on something anyway and the rest of the afternoon goes thusly:

[phone rings]
“Hmm... It’s Nick again. It can wait until tomorrow.”
[phones continues to ring]
“Ah fine... Hello, this is Zoidberg.”

[minutes later]

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[phone rings]
“Oh it’s Will. This must be important... Hey Will, how you been?”

[minutes later]

[phone buzzes]
“They finally sent me a quote for that Seattle job. I’ll forward this to the homeowner tomorrow — Oh crap, they’re saying what she wants can’t be ordered... I better email her right now...”

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[later still]

[looks up Oppo]
“Oh damn, I have to call Jesse to see if he ever signed that document.”
[beep boop beep]
“Hello?”
“Hi Jesse, this is Zoidberg from Goldberg, Goldberg, Goldberg, and Goldberg.”

[5pm rolls around]

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“Hah! The day is done. Now for some peace and —”
[phone rings]
“Oh man, I’ve been waiting for this call all day!.. Hello, this is Zoidberg.”

Working from home is actually nice. It’s when I’m stuck at the office or in some Eastside city late afternoon, and then have to drudge through traffic to boot. Then my calls are something like:

“HEY. YEAH. OK. AHHHH I’LL HAVE TO LOOK IT UP. I- I DON’T HAVE THAT INFORMATION IN FRONT ME. I’M IN CLYDE HILL. YEAH. YEAH. I- I GOT YOU ON SPEAKER PHONE. I SAID I- NO. JUST NO.”