I’m blessed with a job that alternates between weeks where I am busy every minute of the day and need to work 10 or 12 hours and weeks where I’m mostly doing research while other people take the work that I’ve done and I’ve got time to breathe. Instead of sending one of the guys on the team to the fast food place to get a to go order, we can all go together and sit down in a restaurant with booths and everything. (Once in a blue moon, we can even go to one of the restaurants with waitstaff and everything.)
This is one of the “busy weeks”. Working in the conference room until 7ish at night and the CEO comes in and tells us to knock it off because he’s going home and he feels guilty. “We’re almost done.” (In our defense, we almost were.) We got the stuff done and handed it in to the next team to do their thing with it now. As such, tomorrow is a half day. Maybe I’ll go in a little late and we can go get lunch at one of those places that has waitstaff and everything.
Which means that tomorrow night starts in the early afternoon and *THAT* means that we can get started on errands and chores and have less to get in the way for Saturday which is a day that will be devoted to *COOKING*. We’re making spaghetti. A friend/co-worker from another division is in town and we’re trying to talk him into moving here. His division is driving him nuts and we could use a guy with his skills in ours. His life has recently had a handful of events that made the thought of moving somewhat more attractive than staying would be and, seriously, he’s really good. So we want to cook for him, play some games, drink some wine, and make him say “yeah, this is better than back there.”
And so, next year, when we have the whole 10 or 12 hour work days, we’ll have him in the room. Good people lighten the load. Have you be surprised that it’s Friday already.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)