It rained a lot yesterday here in Minnesota. Then, because we live in a place that should be inhabitable by humans, the temperature plummeted some 30 degrees and here we sit with at -6 with a nice, shiny carapace of ice coating most everything.
As I chronicled just last week my fear of driving on bad roads is virtually paralyzing. It’s one of those situations where I can’t tell if I’m being smart for not risking my life by going out into the world or if I’m just coddling an irrational fear. Most of the times I think it’s a little of both.
When I was employed at Hell, Inc. working from home during bad road conditions was sort of our group policy. Besides, to the Canucks, reporting live from Shakopee was no different than reporting live from the office in Eden Prairie. Besides, I had put in enough time to have proven myself as someone who actually gets stuff done while working from home (even if it was often while pajamaed in from of “A Different World” reruns).
But now, I’m in that awful new girl position at The Nerdery. I haven’t been here long enough to prove my chops and I’m super paranoid about abusing their casual office atmosphere. I mean, come on, they already let me work from home one day a week to take care of The Tibbles (which is something I am unendingly grateful for). It seems to me that working from home an additional day a week would just feel like I am taking advantage of a situation.
So with stomach churning and visions of fiery car crashes dancing in my head, I struck out for work. Sure I didn’t leave until 9:30 or so, but I still went. And, since I’m not posting from beyond the grave, it is safe to assume I made it here safely.
What have we learned from all this? Credibility trumps neurosis which trumps guilt. We will have more on this study as it develops.