January 3, 2006
Happy Monday
I woke up at eight o'clock this morning. Ooops. What do you expect after eleven days of time off and sleeping in? I forgot to set the alarm clock. Good thing the sun came up!
I got to work at 10-ish. No big deal as usual. I could show up at two in the afternoon, dressed in sweats and flip flops and no one would care...not that I would because that really isn't my thing. It's bad enough I've resorted to wearing jeans every day now. I used to be so careful about what I wore to work. Always had pressed shirts and pants. Always had shoes clean if not polished. Then I got into the rut of working eleven- and twelve-hour days, and all of that fuss was uncomfortable, so I used the submission schedule to justify my casual attire every day. And while it's true that we're starting another submission now, I'm not really that busy—in fact, I'm doing absolutely nothing but cleaning out my files and surfing the web—and I could very well dress the part of a corporate employee. And then again, who cares? My boss doesn't even know I'm here half the time, and when she does know I'm here, she avoids me like the plague. You should see how she skirts my cube sometimes, eyes forward, sometimes peering out of the corner of her eyes to see if I'm where I should be. It's hil-aaaaaa-rious. Ah, good times.
So, should I start a countdown? Is that tacky? Is it disrespectful? I don't know. I'm trying to think. What. Ever. If my math is correct, I should only have sixty-eight days left. Oh, make that sixty-six to exclude the holidays in January and February. That also excludes a week off in March which I plan to use again in sunny (and should-be warmer) Palm Springs. I love it there. So peaceful and relaxing.
Oh well, guess I'd better find something constructive to do.
