Almost. I got fairly good at faking normalcy and sociability in my 12 months of workceling. It wore me the fuck out though and I was glad to leave at the end. I pretty much fell out with my married Chad colleague. Fucker kept boasting about his family and financial independence and he was two months younger than me, six feet plus and still had his own hair. He was the golden boy of the office, even getting away with making a blowjob reference to an office FHO who was dating our other colleague, which in this day and age is quite an achievement. So between him and having to answer the phones as a guy who was phobic about that, I was glad to be NEETing again.