Home Alone

This week I officially join the ranks of the work from home crowd.

When I got to work this past Tuesday I learned that my company wanted to close the office I worked in by the end of the week. I knew we were closing by the end of the month, but they decided to move up the closing so they could save money by cutting off the phones and other utilities.

Don't worry. I still have my job, but now I have no office to go to. Fortunately I have a home office and my company set me up to be able to work from there, but it sure would be nice to have an office to go to.

Since I can work remotely from anywhere I can get a cell phone signal, I've been (and will continue to be) experimenting with different places from which to work. There are several coffee shops to work from, and with a fully charged laptop battery I can work from somewhere outdoors, like down by creek where I went to work a few weeks ago.

It's going to take some getting used to, but I'll make it work. It's better than the alternative of having to commute to Asheville again.

Boyle bums ride on bomber

I came across this on Ashvegas.

(Ashley Ross/Asheville Citizen-Times)

Citizen-Times columnist John Boyle and some other media folks bummed a ride on the B-17 bomber that's visiting Asheville. Looks like Boyle actually did a little work, too, but not before hamming it up in the belly of the bomber. The photo, and an accompanying photo gallery, is by intern Ashley Ross.
Go to the Citizen-Times and check out the photo gallery.

Boyle is one of my colleagues. He's a hoot. Check out his weekly podcast, John Boyle's Web Stew.

Weepy Wednesday Morning

I was at the Sheriff's Office this morning checking out arrest and incident reports and this woman comes in with what I'm assuming are her parents. She's on the phone with a bail bondsman and she breaks down crying.

I'm trying to ignore her, or at the very least not make her feel like I'm listening in on her. No one wants to be going through something painful and have people eavesdropping on you pain.

Anyway, from the bits and pieces of what I did overhear, I am assuming her son got into some trouble overnight. Sounded like it could be a good bit of trouble because I think I overheard her mother ask "What's 10% of $10,000 bond." Yikes!

There was nothing like that in the reports I looked at this morning, so maybe I'll find out what it was about tomorrow. I just felt bad for the woman though. I'm used to going to the magistrate's office and seeing people who are used to being arrested--or having friends and family arrested--and dealing with the system. They get arrested and it's not big deal for them. They know how the system works and they're not scared.

This woman seemed terrified for her (I'm assuming) son. I would be, too.

Who knows. If he was a juvenile, I may never know.

Interesting, sad morning.