I sauntered into work around noon yesterday, rested and awake. I learned that coming in to work four hours late (as opposed to an hour early like I normally do) means several things:
- I battle NO traffic on my commute to the office
- I get the BEST spot in the parking structure (go figure)
- Everyone is at lunch upon my arrival so I still get that uninterrupted hour to settle in for the day (which is why I normally go in an hour early)
- Everyone still goes home at 5, so there's no one to know if I stayed late or not
- Everyone politely greets me and is extra careful not to overburden me with extra work (or their own lameness)
I also learned that
- I could totally get used to five hour work days
- I love having my morning to sleep, jog, tidy up, etc, to mentally gear up for the day
- I also loved having my evening free (i.was able to visit with Kenny before his class, went to dinner at his sister's, and enjoyed a wonderful home cooked meal - before 9pm!!! (our normal dinner time) - all without any of the accompanying guilt that would have been there had I skipped the gym. It was glorious. As was the dinner she made.
Unfortunately, I also learned that apparently my boss is totally against the use of Sick Time (but, in my case, he was glad I used it wisely and for its intended purpose). Phew.I'm thinking every Monday morning should be spent sleeping. I hereby move that the standard work week begins no earlier than noon on Monday for evermore. Anyone second my motion?