Monday, January 28, 2008

97th Post - Playing Hooky

Despite my begging her to stay home, Patricia opted to go to work today. We had a storm over night, and the drive in to work this morning was an adventure. I have driven in worst weather, but one doesn't like to keep count of such things; one just does them as best one can, grateful to arrive at one's destination in a single contiguous piece.

(There is a word in the previous sentence that gives a clue as to what I do for a living, by the way).

Anyway, I got Patricia to work this morning, and then had a heckuva hard time driving up the hill to the place where I park my car. The street was snow-covered and it was raining/sleeting, so the street was impossible for my car to navigate. I guess my car is crying for snow tires, huh?

I ended up backing down the hill to Barrington Street, happy that nobody else was angling to go up the street as I was going down. I drove down Barrington Street, to Inglis, to Queen, and then onto the street where I park all day. Even then, the car nearly fish tailed out of my control before I managed to get it to the parking area.

After that, I had to walk to work, in sneakers, as I had left my boots at work on Friday. Got to work a little bit late, but I was still one of the first ones there, the weather conditions having made the roads difficult for everyone else.

Called Patricia about half an hour after I arrived. She had had her head down since arriving at her work, and sounded awful.

I BlackBerried her during break and convinced her to go home, or perhaps she had just decided to go home based upon people's opinions of how she looked.

My boss agreed to let me drive her home, and because of the weather conditions, I was allowed to work from home today rather than risk my life driving back to work afterward. Patricia needed to grab some foodstuffs, so we got them on the way home.

I dropped her off, and got back to my place around 1pm, where I logged on to my work and got quite a bit done over the next five and a half hours. One task took several hours, but because I was home, by myself, I was able to concentrate on doing it without being interrupted by someone at work, even if it was for a good reason.

I have long been skeptical about "working from home". I don't mind admitting it, and putting it out there on this blog for the world to see. I think I come by this skepticism honestly. I worked with one guy at a previous job who arbitrarily and unilaterally decided to "work from home", more often than he would bother to show up at the office. Never met a person who would have more excuses to "work from home". His wife was sick. His kid was sick. He had a buddy visiting from Taranna. His dog was sick. Car broke down. Whatever. After a while, I didn't even pay attention to what his flimsy excuses were. I just knew he had been hired to work side-by-side with me, to provide relief on the jobs I was given to work on. Instead, he worked on other projects, some useful, some not, while I did the day-to-day work. He also got to go on training opportunities not afforded me (someone had to hold down the fort, you know). He always made it in to work on those days. Remind me to tell you what happened to him some day. I'm dying to tell you.

Anyway. Where was I?

Right. However, today, this afternoon into this evening, I can state that the discrete tasks I worked on from home got done maybe more quickly than I would have been able to at work. What that says about my productivity at work, versus at home, I cannot say, because I can get a lot done at work, too. Perhaps it was the choice of tasks that I performed this afternoon/evening. Perhaps there is a place for working at home from time to time. Perhaps it was because I wanted to make up for the time I missed because I had been allowed to work from home for one day and appreciated the opportunity and didn't want to screw it up. I don't know. I doubt I'll get much opportunity to perform field research, and that's fine by me.

I worked until 6:30, and enjoyed the commute into the recroom, where I plopped myself on the couch for the evening. I decided that since there was nothing on television, that I would watch a film through video on demand. I watched "Breach", the film about Robert Hannsen, the FBI agent who sold secrets to the Soviets for many years before finally being caught. I liked this film quite a bit, and I hope that you, the millions of you reading these words, decide to check it out.

George Bush is giving his final State of the Union speech as I type these final words this evening. I am pleased to report that the state of this blog is strong!

Good night, one and all.

Bevboy

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