For three short days, I was able to enjoy the prospect of getting to sleep in until 7am, starting work at 9:30, and driving home at 6pm every weekday. So, basically, have the routine of a normal human being. My work schedule was changing to accommodate my training of a new hire, and as long as he was in the training period (3-4 weeks probably), I was supposed to be on his schedule. I wasn’t complaining. Waking up at 7am sounds horrific to a lot of people I know but was like paradise to me, as I’m up around 4:30 every morning in order to get ready and be at my desk by 6.
“7AM!” I shouted at my friends. “Can you believe it? Isn’t that great?!”
“Um,” most of them said, understandably so.
My excitement lasted until about 9:30am on Tuesday. This was supposed to be the new hire’s start date and time, or it was until he sent an e-mail to HR at like 9:15 explaining that he’d been offered another position and would not be taking one in my office. I’ve got no quarrel with anyone who chooses a job that pays more, offers better benefits, or has a shorter commute, but in general, I think a professional adult should notify HR the second they decide on the preferable position. I do not think it behooves them to wait until 15 minutes before they’re supposed to show up to send a self-pitying e-mail about how they tossed and turned over the issue all weekend long. I do not think it behooves me to go back to waking up on the ass end of nighttime (because it is still dark when I get out of bed) and having no friends or social life because I’m sorry, I have to go to bed. Yes, again.
So now I’m going back to staying at home a lot, reading books (my Kindle magically fixed itself so I get to return this BS Kindle Touch that looks like a dinky Wesley Crusher prop?), reviewing albums (I wondered if Fitz and the Tantrums are about Jesus last week and The National’s new album is due tomorrow), and watching British TV (have you seen Luther, aka “Being Reminded That Stringer Bell is Actually British and Hubba Hubba Pip Pip Cheerio?”). Also my phone is a TARDIS now.
Because this is all I can do with my life on this schedule.
ORPHAN BLACK. WATCH IIIIIT
Aw that sucks balls! Come drown your sorrows in Mecican food this Monday with us!
Goddamn I hate typing on the iphone
I meant to say earlier: if you’re making enchiladas, then YES.