The new modem arrived at the post office this morning. So I quickly drove over there at 10:00 because the Rogers guy was supposed to be here shortly after 10. I got home, took it out of the box, hooked it to the cable cable, plugged it in to the outlet, connected the router, and the thing worked!
The Rogers guy walked on to the driveway a few minutes later. You could see he was first checking to see how the cable cable went in to the house. So I opened the door and shouted at him, "it's already up and running!"
"Okay.... thanks."
And he went back to his truck. That must have been the quickest $45 installation charge ever, I bet.
Anyway, it got me thinking just now. About work and what its been like doing it from home. At first it felt strange, but now it's beginning to feel like...
When I was younger, a lot younger, I worked on farms. And I loved it because, although the work was hard, it felt like it was a lifestyle and not a "job". After supper you'd still work for a bit, but you just didn't seem to care. Because it was just what you did. There was a goodness about that.
Right now, I'm sitting at the kitchen table on our home PC. Beside me is my work PC, open, with my email on the screen. And I peek at it once in a while to see if I need to read a new email. And it's okay. Because this working-from-home thing seems less like a job, and more like a lifestyle.
I think I could get used to it.
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