One day, I had Richard Allen Arp ask me, “Mr. Scott, do you work?” I have to say, the question absolutely left me stunned for a second or two. Now, of course, I think I then picked him up and tickled him upside down for asking such a silly question, but was it? Even Dylan has postured that question my way because I have an incredible amount of freedom.
I really don’t go off to the office like most traditionally employed parents. Richard’s Dad, Randy, hits the office daily. I’m typically the one that drops Dylan off and picks him up during camp and school as Michelle works the more traditional job.
So, Mr. Richard, yes, I do work. My boss gets more hours and more time out of me than I care to admit. He generally gets it when Michelle and Dylan are sleeping because that’s when employees are sleeping and I can do work that would potentially interrupt them.
I have four typical job locations. One is at a large computer facility that has thousands of systems housed in a strictly controlled environmental and access conditions. The other is in a great little office in downtown Carroboro, North Carolina, where my workmates turn out some of the best websites on the web. Down our neck of the woods, I work out of our freshly painted office with my evening cubemate Michelle — you might know her too. Lastly, I frequent the Coffee Merchant most every morning.
Hopefully, pictures are worth a thousand words and here they are.
