Disappearing Act >» HOW TO ESCAPE THE OFFICE By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may eventually get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day. —ROBERT FROST, American poet and winner of four Pulitzer Prizes On this path, it is only the first step that counts. —ST. JEAN-BAPTISTE-MARIE VIANNEY , Catholic saint, “Curé d’ Ars” PALO ALTO , CALIFORNIA 4 \ ' ] e’re not going to expense the phone.” “T’m not asking you to.” Silence. Then a nod, a laugh, and a crooked smile of resignation. “OK, then—it’s fine.” And that was that, lickity-split. Forty-four-year old Dave Camarillo, lifelong employee, had cracked the code and started his second life. He hadn’t been fired; he hadn’t been yelled at. His boss seemed to be handling the whole situation quite well. Granted, Dave delivered the goods on the job, and it wasn’t like he was doing naked snow angels in client meetings, but still—he had just spent 30 days in China without telling anyone. “It wasn’t half as hard as I thought it would be.” Dave works among more than 10,000 employees at Hewlett- Packard (HP), and—against all odds—he actually likes it. He has no desire to start his own company and has spent the last seven years doing tech support for customers in 45 states and 22 countries. Six months ago, however, he had a small problem. She measured 5'2” and weighed 110 pounds. Was he, like most men, afraid of commitment, unwilling to stop running around the house in Spider- Man underoos, or inseparable from the last refuge of any self-respecting man, the PlayStation? No, he was past all that. In fact, Dave was locked and loaded, ready to pop the big question, but he was short on vacation days and his girlfriend lived out of town. Waaaaay out of town—5,913 miles out of town. He had met her on a client visit to Shenzhen, China, and it was now time to meet the parents, logistics be damned. Dave had only recently begun to take tech calls at home, and, well, isn’t home where the heart is’? One plane ticket and on