Working remotely remotely

For several years now I have worked remotely for a company headquartered in Texas. This provides me with ample travel opportunities, and some freedom that most people don’t experience when commuting to the office.

In the past I have gone to Vegas and continued to work part of the time, spent a month in Chicago while working, and even moved from Calgary to Winnipeg for a few months without mentioning it to my employer for over a month.

This is a new one for me though, as I write this post I’m sitting in Bow Valley Campgrounds, located in Kananaskis Country on the Alberta side of the Rockies, writing this blog post on my laptop with a EVDO card. Almost 1Mb/s, only 150ms to Texas, this is not far off of the earlier cable modem deployments in the area.

Life is good.

Awww, look at the baby (cactus)

My office is located in the basement (well, actually we’re in a townhouse Lori converted part of the garage into a room for me before I moved in)

In traditional geek style, I have no natural light, just artificial light. In addition, I have cats. As a result, I am rather limited in terms of what sort of plants I can have.

I’ve been trying out a few different types of cactus, and apparently I am doing something right as I’ve got little baby cactus running around now!

Talk about my type of plant! The secret? Don’t do anything. Look, don’t touch, don’t water, don’t prune, zippo, zilch, nadda.

Perhaps not as much fun, but it does add a little something to the room.

The seven stages of waiting at an airport

I’m sitting at the airport waiting for my flight, heading down to Texas again! — Due to bad weather in Dallas area the incoming plane is late, so oddly our outbound flight on the same plane will be delayed. Go figure.

It’s interesting people watching, especially watching how people react as they find out the flight is late — I think I’ve seen six stages of grief so far, but we’re waiting on the inbound flight before stage seven.

Okay, in fairness not too much disbelief, this *is* a commercial airline afterall.

No sir, there isn’t any way to connect you through another airport and arrive faster then a direct flight that is only expected to be 45-60 minutes late.

One guy was rather irate, he’s been sitting in the airport since 7-something in the morning. Why so long? Well, from what I overheard, he was booked on the 7am flight, slept in and didn’t quite make it. hah. oops. I’m unclear as to what he thinks yelling at the gate staff will do to get the inbound plane here faster, but since I’m on the same flight, I suppose I’ll benefit too if he manages to talk the gate staff into building a new plane out of whatever spare parts they might have kicking around.

At this point it’s pretty calm, although it would be nice if Susan Bdukchkkcuaktrk would “present herself” sooner rather then later, it’s getting pretty scary listening to all the different ways the gate staff has tried to mangle the name.

Ahh well. An hour delay in the airport isn’t bad, although if you ever have the opportunity, don’t make the same mistake I did: When Harvey’s asks if you want fries, for the love of $DIETY, say no, it’s a trap! They’re only offering you fries because they’re desperate to get rid of ’em. I cannot stress this enough, they’re horrible.

On the plus side, I have free access to the Calgary airport hotspot as part of my EVDO service, so that’s a nice perk — I not only work from home, but I work at the coffee shop, the airport, and anywhere else that has EVDO or wifi.

I tucked Lori in my big suitcase so I could bring her with me since we don’t have the spare cash to book a seat, they’ve got all the suitcases out in the sun so at least she’ll be nice and warm for the wait.

Life is good.