It was about ten years, three companies, and at least eight bosses ago. My then boss walked in to my office — yes, I had walled office with its own door, not a cubicle — and rather sheepishly sat down in the chair on the other side of my desk.
“Uh oh,” I thought. “This can’t be good news.” My boss rarely came into my office. If he wanted to talk with me about something, I would always be summoned to his office.
And as there are in just about any organization these days, there were rumors floating around; rumors of downsizings, RIFs, corporate restructurings.
So when my boss came to my office and sat across from me with these sad, puppy-dog eyes, I was worried. I had two kids in college at the time.
We engaged in some small talk for a minute or two, which I also found troubling, since he was never a small talk sort of a guy. He was clearly nervous, which, in turn, made me even more nervous.
And then he got to the point. “You may have heard that we are going to be downsizing our facilities here,” he explained.
“Oh shit, here it comes,” I thought. “I’m getting canned.”
“And so we’re asking a few folks if they would be willing to work from home.”
“We’ll set you up at your home with your laptop, a docking station, a monitor, a printer,” he continued. “If you need an ergonomic desk and chair, we’ll order them for you. We’ll reimburse you for your internet connection and for your home office phone.”
Had I just died and gone to heaven? I wanted to jump across my desk and kiss the man. Literally, that’s what I wanted to do.
“Give me a list of any office supplies you’ll need and we’ll have them delivered right to your home.”
This guy was still trying to sell me on the concept of telecommuting. He had me at “work from home.”
Here it is, ten years later. I no longer work for that boss. I don’t even work for that company anymore. But I still work from home.
So when I saw today’s Labor Day Daily Prompt, which asked us to talk about the one job we could never imagine ourselves doing, it was a no-brainer for me — but with a bit of a twist.
You see, it’s not about the kind of job I could never imagine myself doing. It’s about not being able to imagine doing any job that required a commute longer than from my bedroom to my home office.
It’s about no longer being able to imagine having to get dressed, get into a car, and fight rush hour traffic just to get to a physical location, a location from which I’d have to get back into a car and fight rush hour traffic just to get back home eight hours later.
And sure, you can substitute taking a train, bus, or subway for driving a car. It makes no difference. It’s still a time-consuming hassle.
I like my job. I love working from home. I can’t imagine doing a job — any job — if I could no longer work from home.