Until now (except for a brief stint as a cocktail waitress in college) all of my adult jobs have been in either offices, libraries, or schools. So I have had the habit of getting up and going to work first thing in the morning, somewhere between 7:30 and 8:30 a.m. Monday through Friday. My evenings were then free (unless I had a meeting to run or attend). It was a good routine, one that made me appreciate weekends as time when I could “get stuff done”.
Today, as I was doing my Grammy thing, taking girls to school, taking down Halloween decorations from the front yard, and getting ready to pick our oldest up from school, I realized (rather belatedly) that I still needed to go to work, as I had a 4:15 p.m. shift. It almost startled me! I quickly went into the house and asked my son-in-law not to let me forget to go to work. I could just picture myself getting all involved in one project or another and receiving a phone call from my manager about 4:30. “Fawn, are you coming in?”
Days such as this are strange. They are almost a day off, but not really. I can start projects, as long as I don’t get too caught up in them and forget about work. My routine is still a morning one, as getting the girls up in the morning and off to school is a daily joy. But I can see how it would be very easy to simply not get out of bed, or to lie around watching television until mid-afternoon when it was finally time to “get ready for work”. As it is, I waste plenty of time “playing” on my computer in between actually doing valuable work on it. (A little Candy Crush, anyone?)