Blessings Disguised
You never know that it is good until you get it. Yesterday gloom and Doom. Today, sunny, warm, and I’m at home. The car is still dead. It is still parked up by the takeout place where I left it last night. Unless someone has broken in, fixed it and taken it for a joyride. If my hopes for some kind of insurance settlement are to come true, I need a roving band of mechanically inclined neer do wells with tools. And parts. Sometimes I aim too high, but a guy has to have dreams.
…why do I have an office…
So my kitchen is now Network Command Central (please repeat with reverb on) for Gigantic Concrete. I get my email here. I get my phone calls here. I’ve got the big network monitor board with all the green and red dots that goes “PING” if anything goes wrong. Coffee is on the brew, a real breakfast is cooking on the stove, and loved ones are right here as well. So why do I have an office?
This morning started at 7:00 AM with a call from Quebec about fixing a network switch. Later I had a chat with the Network Architect about the budget for next year. I just got off the phone with the Regional IT manager for the Eastern United States about some site upgrades. I did the exact same things on my kitchen table that I would have done in my cube. I did them the same, but I did them happier (I also did them in boxer shorts because no need to dress for the occasion).
Blessings are disguised. The car breakdown is leading into a pretty good day.
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Here’s a story for ya.
Telewest, a UK company have just been fined £29,000 for refusing to allow a new-mum flexible working hours. She asked about teleworking and they refused.
Telewest are a cable telco. And yes, they do broadband.
Tossers!
Small-minded managers where Out-Of-Sight = No-Work-Done.
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I hate managers like that. I let my guys work at home frequently. I need to let myself do it more.