A new survey asked more than 4,500 businesses, nonprofits, and governments to reflect on their experiences working from home during the pandemic.

Let’s take a brief reader survey, shall we? Have any of you ever thought that it was a good idea to do engage in any of the following actions?

Earlier this month, we noted that some 12,000 office cleaners in the Washington area were planning to go on strike if their demands for higher wages, fewer staffing cuts and health-care benefits for more workers were not met. Looks like the threat worked.

An international interruption in BlackBerry services is now affecting North America, which means that a majority of people inside offices on Capitol Hill and along K Street are probably running around wondering if they should crack each other’s heads open and feast on the goo inside.

Last week, we highlighted a story about a group of people who wanted to open a farmers’ market in the parking lot of the Naylor Road Metro station, only to be turned down by WMATA because of a rule restricting the sale of food and drink on Metro property. So what will be going in next to the station?

On occasion, reports produced by local bureaucracies can be insightful. This is not one of those times. A new WMATA report shows that not only are people unhappy about paying higher “peak-of-the-peak” fares — they also aren’t quitting their jobs to show their disgust with the added charges. Amazing!

When I accepted the offer to become DCist’s new editor a couple of months ago, I was really only dreading one thing: cleaning out the desk at my old office job, which I had worked at for nearly four years. I had no idea what I’d pull out of those dark, cavernous cells which usually served as a place for me to shove things when I was in a rush. The task didn’t disappoint. Some old socks, long-expired cough syrup and prescription medications and several pieces of food in unmentionable condition were but some of the discoveries. (I probably should have been wearing gloves, now that I reflect on it.) But as disgusting as it may have been, I was reasonably sure that I wouldn’t end up finding anything illegal inside the guts of my trusty desk.