This weekend finds me working overtime for BigHugeCo. I’ve been with less-than-reliable broadband for the past six weeks. Rather than drive the new car (Say, we need a name for this one. The Wintermobile doesn’t quite cut it.) all the way downtown and blow commute time along with 2-4 hours of my Saturday, I’ve hiked a few blocks up the street to Buffalo Mountain Coffee in scenic Deer Park, Ohio to use their WiFi.
That’s right. I’m doing ACTUAL work in a coffee shop. How about that? I’m getting paid to sip Sumatra, listen to music, and stuff my face with breakfast muffins.
I know telecommuting is old hat, but I kind of like sitting in a coffee bar banging away on my laptop. To get to do it on my company’s dime is even better. There’s something about sitting at a table with a cup of Sumatra and a bagel listening to whatever’s being piped over the sound system as opposed to sitting in a fabric-covered box listening to the guy in the next row explain to a vendor why his sales quotas do not constitute a mission critical problem for BigHugeCo.
There are drawbacks. Even though Blue Mountain has a cable hookup for its Internet, remoting into other people’s machines over it is still a bit wonky.
Still, a two-minute commute using virtually no gas to suck down coffee while you work is…
Well, I should probably write full time if I want this.
*Apologies to John Scalzi