Fandango’s Friday Flashback — March 6

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember? Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 6th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.


This was originally posted on March 6, 2012 in my old blog.

Homeshoring

85BF6F18-78E8-4661-9477-E932A127BEE9I’ve been working from home since 2005. I love working from home. Not having to get up every day and commute into an office in order to get my job done is a wonderful thing. I consider myself fortunate that my role affords me the opportunity to work out of my house.

Current technologies, such as e-mail, the internet, virtual private networks (VPNs), web-based meetings, conference calling, instant messaging, and, of course, my ever-present BlackBerry, make working productively from virtually anywhere a snap.

Of course, in the world of business and commerce, it is necessary to have a name that is more formal and business-like than simply “working from home.”

Some companies refer to working from home as telecommuting. Other companies embrace business-speak terms for their home-based workers such as remote employee or virtual employee. Regardless of what they label it, as long as I can continue to work from home, telecommute, be remote, or be virtual, I’m good.

Last week my boss sent e-mail to his team, all of whom work out of their homes, with instructions to go to our company’s employee portal and complete the homeshoring application. Homeshoring? What the hell is that?

I’m familiar with the terms “offshoring,” which is sending jobs overseas to places like India, and “nearshoring,” which is sending jobs to Canada, Mexico, Puerto Rico, or Mississippi.

I’ve even heard some companies use the term “rightshoring” as a way of explaining how they will provide resources, whether onshore, offshore, or nearshore, as needed to get the job done in the most cost effective and highest quality way. Some marketing executive probably got a big bonus check for coming up with that catchy buzzword.

So what is homeshoring? Quite simply, according to website netlingo.com, homeshoring is when ”an employee regularly works out of his or her home instead of the office. The term homeshoring is a derivative of the word offshoring, and involves the transfer, primarily of service industry jobs, to electronically-connected home-based employees, or essentially turning office jobs into work-at-home jobs.”

So even though I’ve been working from home for years, I now have to complete this damn homeshoring application. I also have to certify that my home office is ergonomically configured, which, for the most part, it is, and that my office equipment, both company-issued and personally supplied, meets the standards set my employer.

This all seems kind of silly to me, and, being the cynic that I am, I started wondering if this was a ploy by my employer to decline the homeshoring applications and require most employees who had been “virtual” to revert to being “physical.”

Fortunately, my boss, who also works from his home, assured me that the company is not trying to get its virtual employees to return to working at one of the company’s facilities. He explained that it’s all about accounting, expense control, and reporting.

Okay, whatever. Please excuse me while I complete my homeshoring application so that I continue to telecommute, as I’ve been doing since 2005.

The Library of the Imagination

CA219079-8CD2-4D00-9863-7F19DE4DBF0B Liz was on a business trip to a city she’d never been to before. Her meeting ended early, at around two in the afternoon, and as she was heading back to her hotel room she passed a public library. Carved onto a stone block next to the entrance were the words “The Library of the Imagination.”

Intrigued, Liz entered the building, and as a fan of historical fiction, she made her way to the section of the library that housed books of that genre and started browsing. One book caught her eye. She didn’t know if she was imagining it or not, but the book seemed to have a glow about it.

She pulled the book down from the shelf. Its title was simply, The Days of Yore. She didn’t recognize the author’s name, but she seemed unable to put the book down. She walked over to a comfortable looking chair, sat down, and slowly opened the book.

Suddenly Liz was no longer sitting in a chair in the library, although she still had the open book in her hands. She was standing outside in a field of tall grass adjacent to a wooded area. She heard a sound coming in her direction, the sound of a horse’s hooves pounding upon a grassy surface. Instinctively she tried to run to a tree to hide behind, but she was too late.

A man wearing unusual garb, mounted on a beautiful black steed, rode up to her, stopping directly in front of her. “Maiden,” he said, “this is not a place for a young woman to be out and about. It’s not safe and you are trespassing.”

Liz gathered her wits and responded, “I didn’t intend to trespass or to put myself in any danger. I went out for a walk and wandered afar and have gotten myself lost.”

“What have you there?” the man asked, pointing at the book Liz was carrying.

“This is just a book I was reading,” and Liz closed the book quickly. Just as she did, she was suddenly back in the library chair.

“Oh dear, I must have fallen asleep,” Liz said aloud to no one in particular. She looked at her watch and saw that nearly an hour had passed. She got up, took the book with her, and asked to check it out so that she could go back to her hotel and read it. She was given a guest pass and was told to return the book to the library in 48 hours.

Back at the hotel, she changed into casual clothing, ordered room service, and then moved over to the bed and opened the book once again. And although she was still in a bed, she was strangely no longer in the bed in her hotel room. She was in what appeared to be a large bedroom in a castle of some sort.

A young woman opened the the door to the room and walked in. “I see you are awake,” the woman said.

“Where am I and who are you!” Liz asked.

“I am Esmerelda,” the girl said, “and you are in Beltran Manor. The Lord of the Manor’s son found you near the forest and said you passed out, so he brought you here. Are you hungry?” Liz shook her head affirmatively. “I will fetch you something from the pantry and bring it to you,” Esmerelda said, “and I will notify the Lord’s son that you have awoken.”

After Esmerelda left the room, Liz looked around for the book, and saw it on a dressing table to the left of the bed. It was still open. She got off of the bed, reached over and picked the book up, and closed it.

There was a loud knocking sound and Liz heard a man’s voice calling loudly from the other side of the door. “Room service,” he said. Liz got up, looked around, and saw that she was, once again, in her hotel room.

To be continued….


Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: xetobyte at DeviantArt.com.

FOWC with Fandango — Top

FOWCWelcome to March 6, 2020 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “top.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

  1. And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.