I’m piloting a remote working program at my company. It’s going well so far, and I’m hoping it becomes permanent. I’m able to get more done without the distractions, and I’m still in the office a couple times per week for meeting and such, so I’m not completely invisible.
When it comes to the concept of remote working or the home worker, I really think I align with Jay Fleischman, a blogging lawyer, of all things, when he says:
Make no mistake, I do work from home. I also work from the courthouse, the local coffee shop (what a clichÃ©), my parent\’s house in sunny Florida, and the laundry room in the basement of my apartment building.
My office – to the extent that I have one – goes where I go. It resides online and in my head. It sits in the car with me, on the train and on an airplane. My office sleeps when I do, wakes with me as well.
But true mobility does not come from having a home office; all that does it tether us to a place, just like having an office in a downtown high-rise tethers us to a place.
So once again – I do not have a home office. I am my office, and it goes where I go.
While I do have an official office in my home, that is not necessarily where I am all the time when I am remote working. That is why we’ve made the differentiation between “remote working” and “working from home.”
I am a remote worker. I have a laptop, two blackberries, a bluetooth headset and an iPod. I have notebooks and pencils and pens and highlighters and manila folders. I take them where I please, and work my ass off when I get there. Does it matter where “there” is?
I’ve been reading a ton about telecommuting and home offices, and found some very good information. I used to be a freelance designer and elearning developer, so I’ve been here before, but this time it’s a bit different. I have kids and a wife and a dog. It’s 2008, not 2000. It’s a lot different.
Stay tuned for more on this topic…