Monday Musings
Ugh.
It's not that I hate Mondays, per se, I'm not fucking Garfield. But what screws with me every Monday is the rather abrupt reversion to my "adult" schedule.
Over the weekend, I invariably stay up late, sleep in, etc. (read: revert to my preferred schedule)... but come Monday, I try to fit my sqaure peg of an internal clock into the round hole that is "normal working hours".
Bah.
It was actually easier when I was at site, where I had to had to be there on time, or the contractors would find a way not to do anything until I got there. That way, the "as if 9 more minutes will make a fucking difference" though process actually takes over, and I'd get up when my alarm went off.
Conversely, when I'm in the office, and my hours are considerably more flexible, 9 more minutes feels like an eternity. And the next thing you know, I'm wandering into the office at 9:15 when I set my alarm to be here for 8.
Oh well.
It's not that I hate Mondays, per se, I'm not fucking Garfield. But what screws with me every Monday is the rather abrupt reversion to my "adult" schedule.
Over the weekend, I invariably stay up late, sleep in, etc. (read: revert to my preferred schedule)... but come Monday, I try to fit my sqaure peg of an internal clock into the round hole that is "normal working hours".
Bah.
It was actually easier when I was at site, where I had to had to be there on time, or the contractors would find a way not to do anything until I got there. That way, the "as if 9 more minutes will make a fucking difference" though process actually takes over, and I'd get up when my alarm went off.
Conversely, when I'm in the office, and my hours are considerably more flexible, 9 more minutes feels like an eternity. And the next thing you know, I'm wandering into the office at 9:15 when I set my alarm to be here for 8.
Oh well.
posted by Iain @ 9:26 AM
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