Working at Home

I don't get snow days. Even if the federal government shuts down, instead of running at a two-hour delay, I have to work.

Honestly, I can get into work. I walk. I take the Metro. It's not a hazard for me to go into the office, but today I'm staying home.

I've got a portable job and a work-issued laptop. The daily schedule reads WAH (working at home) for almost everyone, for almost all day.

I have tasks that I can do anywhere in the world - from an apartment in Argentina, from an internet cafe in India, from the lobby of a hostel called the Purple Cow on the South Island of New Zealand. From New Orleans. From Seattle. From my grandma's house in Minnesota.

I have queries to run. Data to analyze. Briefings to write. Most of the time, I go into the office because the client likes seeing me, for the social interaction and the concepts that are best conveyed face to face with meetings and drawings on a whiteboard, dropping by someone's office and bumping into each other in the hall.

On days like today, though, I can work at home. The queries are running. I'm analyzing data, and I'll call into an afternoon meeting. I'll just do it all in my yoga pants and sweatshirt with snow outside, a fire in the fireplace and Freaks and Geeks on TV.

 

Tag: Snow days