the year is 2006. i'm a junior in college, recently engaged, and working at kfc. my fiancee is moving to michigan from new jersey in a few weeks. i need to get serious about the future.
out of nowhere, my friend ryan messages me and asks if i would like to be a programmer. an odd request, as he knew i was an english major with three programming classes under his belt. he said his company had a history of hiring incompetent programmers and that i had more skill than some people with master's degrees.
i'd heard that the guy who ran the company was stuck in the past, but that ryan had recently wired up the office so all programmers could work remotely. he also said that they were going to implement flex time. this was good news to me, since it was going to be over an hour to drive. i applied, interviewed, and got hired.
after the interview, the old man said, "that's quite a drive for you. are you sure you want to make it?"
i said, "well, ryan told me you were going to implement flex time and telecommuting, so that will help quite a bit."
the old man said, "well, we're still working that out."
as of december 2009, telecommuting is on the table to be figured out by "next fall."
