It’s easy to tell when I’m recovering from an illness … I have an urge to clean house.
Working from home has gotten a lot of attention in the news recently, especially since the CEO of Yahoo recently announced a policy to end telecommuting at the struggling Internet company. This hits home for me, especially since home is where I do most of my work.
Hi, my name is Brian â€¦ and Iâ€™m a telecommuter. Continue reading “Life as a Telecommuter”
I love driving the backroads of North Carolina, even if they’re not entirely compatible with technology. Saturday gave me a chance to revisit the experience.
Continue reading “Backroads in the Modern Era”
Money can’t buy happiness, but you can use it to pay a woman to clean your house … and that’s close enough for me.
The last twenty percent takes eighty percent of the time … it’s the story of my life.
I’m surrounded by bare wood, both literally and figuratively. Aside from being a great name for a nudist Rolling Stones cover band, “bare wood” is the term that applies to projects that look finished but have only just begun. It’s inspired by the new shelves in my pantry. Continue reading “Bare Wood”
The past week has been a bit odd for me, since it’s the first time in 15 years that I’ve been unemployed. It’s a temporary condition until I start at Intel on Monday, but I have avoided being a slacker during my “week off”.
The goal this week has been forward momentum, making as much of my gainful unemployment as possible. Recycling old computer parts, visiting friends in Alabama, a bit of house cleaning and restructuring my home office so I can actually work from home.
I still feel like I could be doing more with this time, but at the end of the week I’m happy with the time off. I saw friends and got a good start on my standing desk … so I have a new setup for a new routine.
Sunday is my trip to Oregon. I’ll arrive in Portland, drive to Hillsboro and get set for my first new employee orientation in over a decade. Good thing I can transition to employment before I get too comfortable … those empty Ikea boxes aren’t big enough to live in.