Modifying my approach
In the spirit of being willing to do what I’m asking others to do, I thought I’d share my Working From Home story.
I first became aware of what we now call the COVID-19 pandemic back in December when I heard one of our writers, Sabin Russell, bring it up during our weekly website story meetings. Sabin, with some alarm in his voice, told us what he was hearing about a novel coronavirus from some of the Hutch’s Vaccine & Infectious Disease researchers. I was skeptical when he said it looked like it might be as bad as SARS.
But Sabin activated my radar that day because I began paying attention every time news reports mentioned people getting sick in China. I remember talking about it with friends during Christmas break and again during a ski trip in early February. Sitting in a bar at the bottom of a ski run in Whitefish, Montana, I was looking through the bottom of my beer mug after a long day of skiing when I wondered if I could spot “flu-like symptoms.”
Glancing around the room at all the sweaty skiers, I noticed a lot of red faces and runny noses. I tried to dismiss it as overreaction while listening to the nagging cough of a guy at the bar just a few feet away. Above “Mr. Coughy,” a huge TV had the news on and the on-screen graphic showed a dot on the map of China. It was Wuhan.
Returning to campus a couple weeks later, I heard talk of a possible campus shutdown bouncing around the cubicles in the office. There were nervous glances every time someone sneezed, and everyone suddenly had a box of antiseptic wipes on their desk. I started closing my office door.
My team got word of the shutdown the day before the official announcement dropped. I walked home early that afternoon, got my car and drove right back to campus. Stepping off the elevator, I crossed paths with my boss. I joked that we’d be back in the office in a few days. He told me to take everything I’d need to work from home for a month. I started to laugh, and he cut me off with, “I’m serious.”
These days, a multimedia producer is as much a computer operator as anything else. So, that afternoon I filled the car with my monitor, keyboard, mouse, an external hard drive, and what seemed like 100 feet of connector cables. I reflexively grabbed a fist full of rubber bands and paperclips from the office supply cabinet before realizing it had been years since I’d used either one. I tossed them back and grabbed a pad of Post-it notes and a couple highlighter pens. I had to make a second run to get all the camera bodies, lenses, lights, microphones and battery chargers.
Arriving at my condo in South Lake Union a few minutes later, my car looked like I’d robbed a photographer’s studio. I packed everything up to my place and quickly realized my desk wasn’t big enough to hold both my home and work computers. So, I cobbled together a second desk with a couple sawhorses and an old garage countertop I hadn’t gotten around to throwing away. I’ve made a few adjustments since then.
Solving my data storage problem required the purchase of an 8-terabyte hard drive, and there was that lost weekend when I tore everything apart in order to solve some serious cable management issues. I’m particularly proud of my out-of-view battery charging station.