Rambling Rhodes

Not the Office

I'm in downtown Rochester right now, waiting for a meeting to begin. I'm in the waiting area on the 19th floor of the Gonda building, which means nothing to you if you're not from Rochester. Basically, if you're going through Rochester, the Gonda building is the huge, obvious white building with the wavy glass facade.

One of the things I'm slowly starting to grasp is that, even though I have an actual office, with my name on it, I'm basically allowed to work anywhere my laptop can pick up a Mayo WiFi signal, which, from what I can gather, is a sizable footprint of the city. Then again, judging by my current bird's eye view of Rochester, this city isn't really that large. I suppose once you've looked down over Tokyo from the observation deck of Tokyo tower, a lot of cities look pretty small by comparison.

So anyway, yeah, this remote office idea. Obviously, I like it a lot, but I just can't shake the feeling that's it's just somehow. . . wrong. I suppose nearly a decade of toiling in jobs where I've been tethered to an office for eight straight hours a day has probably had some sort of psychological effect. Not unlike prison, he says, knowing it's not at all like prison. The idea that wherever the laptop goes, so goes my office is one of the really great aspects of this new job, so long as my laptop doesn't go sailing through the window and down 19 stories to the concrete below.

That would be most unfortunate.