Time travel
For nearly a year or so I've enjoyed working from home more than 4 days a week on average (some weeks I skip the drive to the office). It has been very good, so good in fact that I most times I actually have been looking forward to the 75 mile trip up there to see people just experience a change of pace. When I started the job 2.5 years ago I drove the commute every day for 3 months, then started not going in on Friday's, and then... as time progressed, it became less and less clear to anybody why I had to go up there much at all.
Now upper management (the anonymous "them") are putting pressure on my boss to limit telecommunting. He's got our backs, but did tell us to be in at least two days a week starting this week. Monica and I talked about it and she observed, if I schedule my drive back-to-back days then I'd be able to sleep in Portland and not have to make four 75 mile trips but instead just two. So that's the schedule now. Instead of going up there most Tuesdays I'm now on the calendar to be there every Wednesday and Thursday.
I was invited to be on a conference call with our India contractors yesterday morning so I made sure I was in the car and on the bridge line at 6:30. By the time I got to the office at 8:00... I found myself in a very foul mood. It wasn't until later that I realized, yesterday felt very much like the early days at this job -- leave home at 6:30 and participate in a tough cell phone experience during a 1.5 hour drive.
I eventually spotted it -- some part of me believed we'd time travelled back to 2004 and was convinced yesterday was not an anomoly and too much driving for work is the way it's always been and will always be. I even started to dispair because it would be very, very difficult to pick up my family and move up there even though it would help a lot with this daily commute thing. And on and on.
It's not a daily commute! It's not how it always will be! It's OK!
Friday, Jul 14 at 7:19 AM
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