And it’s on The Magnificent Mile.
Meet my first writer’s nook in Chicago.
It was one of those moments when the unspoken was best left that way, even though she could barely contain it. Always give them one less thing.
The Starbucks was quiet. But I was the one at peace.
The biggest upside to my job is that I have reached a point in my career where technology and my position enable me to work from anywhere.
The biggest downside to my job is that I have reached a point in my career where technology and my position require me to work from just about everywhere.
So when I read an email from a colleague with a more conventional work geography that on Friday he would “WFH,” i.e., “work from home,” naturally, that made me think of all of the places from which I find myself working. As a result, I have begun to use a much richer range of acronyms to describe where I work.
My current glossary is as follows, based on frequency:
WFH – Working from Home – I’m at home, but I’m working. Really.
WFHO – Working from Home Office – At home, at my desk, doors closed, head down, ass up; not just sitting in the kitchen reading email on my phone or sitting on the back porch thinking about a client while watching the seagulls argue.
WFC – Working from Car – Stuck in traffic, or somewhere between major cities, probably on a conference call. Or two. Or three. I spend so much time working from my car that my wife has taken to calling me The Traveling Salesman. I know: sounds like the set up for a dirty joke.
WFA – Working from Airport – Trying to get everything done before my flight because a) the space between rows on the plane is too small for me and my laptop to occupy simultaneously, and b) I like to look out of the window.
WFP – Working from Plane – Will happen just as soon as a) I can afford to fly first class and b) I get tired of looking out of the window.
WFL – Working from Lodging – Some kind of Marriott. Brewing coffee. Probably not fully clothed. “Do Not Disturb” sign on door.
WFLO – Working from Local Office – They’ve found me a cubby. I’m trying to fit.
WFS – Working from Starbucks – Strictly for the baked goods and the Wi-Fi. Probably in China
WFTX – Working from Taxi – Holding on with one hand because there are no seatbelts. Definitely in China.
WFT – Working from Train – Roomy seats. Easy pace. No hassles. Arriving on time. But no Wi-Fi (oh, darn!)
WFM – Working from Meeting – Probably should be paying attention, but shooting off some emails anyway.
WFCO – Working from Campout – In a folding chair just outside my tent. I probably should be whittling or something. Hold on while I remind this scout to ask his Senior Patrol Leader.
WFRV – Working from RV – Somewhere beautiful, friendly, and comfortable. I love the hum of generators in the morning. Folding chair, lap table, under the awning.
WFOB – Working from Onboard – I’m on a boat. I’m working. Yes, I’m insane.
WFSS – Working from Son’s School – Getting condescendingly indulgent looks from High School kids, appreciative glances from overworked librarian. Wearing a tweed coat. Pretending to be the new history teacher.
WFUL – Working from University Library – I can’t decide whether this is making me feel young again, or REALLY old.
WFPL – Working from Public Library – Watching a homeless guy read Kierkegaard’s Either/Or while talking to the ghost of Regine Olsen.
WFB – Working from the Bar – Email and Margaritas. Pathetic imitation of Hunter S. Thompson or Somerset Maugham, depending on part of the world I am in.
Nanjing South is one of the points in China where North-South meets East-West, more of a junction than a destination. Which is a pity: this storied city deserves a train station that not only does a good job shunting bodies, but is also a tribute to the art and aspirations of a great metropolis.
Nanjing deserves more than huge and efficient: it deserves its own King’s Cross, Grand Central, or LA Union Station, an iconic transportation cathedral that ties the city’s past with its future. I suspect that one day it will get it, but only long after the nation has forgotten Beijing West Station, a failed attempt at creating an iconic station that is instead a monument to corruption, ugliness, gigantism, and ghastly architecture.
Peter’s Tex-Mex has been my family’s go-to comfort-food hangout in Beijing for over a decade. It was a regular part of our routine when we were living there. Indeed, in the week or so between selling our house and moving back to the US in 2013, we were in the place daily.
The free-flow iced tea was more than enough to recommend, as were the large and fresh salads. But my favorite, day or night, was their rendition of migas, the mix of eggs, peppers, chiles, corn chips, and cheese that always seemed to be just the right amount of food.
I still stop by Peter’s on my frequent trips to Beijing, and it is a favorite place to do half-day business meetings.
Rumors are now circulating that Peters will be closing, and I wanted to capture this moment. This will likely be my last plate of migas from Peters, after what must now be over a hundred, and I will miss these – but, more important, the place – quite badly.
Beijing has plenty of choices for places to eat, but it has never been harder to find somewhere with booths, plugs, bottomless soft drinks, hearty western comfort food, modest prices, and management that was perfectly fine with you passing your day there.
I’m on the lookout for a new nook in Beijing. Any suggestions gratefully received. And if you have any in Shanghai, I’ll take those, too.