Missing days
I find it quite sad just how quickly I’ve adjusted from my nice life of playing working at home and it’s commute of… lets go wild here, lets call it a whole 2m, to my resumed life of commuting for over an hour to and from a real office where I do a full days work. Once again my weeks are a blur of get up, breakfast, shower, get on the train, walk to the office, work, walk to the station, get the train home, cook, eat, watch some TV, snuggle with the Zozo, sleep with the weekend providing blissful respite at the end. I’ve got so used to just keeping my head down and slogging it to the end of the week that this week I actually lost site of when that was. The combination of the 4 day Easter weekend and a day off tomorrow to do the last day of my photography course meant that somewhere I’ve lost a day.
I discovered I’d got out of whack when my boss asked me to give an update since I wasn’t in tomorrow. I told him that I was in tomorrow and it was Friday that I was out. His retort was to claim that tomorrow was indeed Friday which I was forced to poo-poo since that would make today Thursday. It was pointed out to me that, yes, it was Thursday which was met by incredulity by me. He once again assured me that it was Thursday which was finally confirmed by my consulting iCal for the current day… and then my iPhone just in case my laptop was wrong… and then Outlook on my work computer just in case it was an error with Macs and/or Mac programs.
The realisation that it wasn’t 16:50 on a Wednesday with a whole 9 and a half hours left to finish up what I was working on before the weekend and was in fact 16:50 on a Thursday with a scant 30 minutes to finish what I’d been working on caused a number of feelings to collide in my head.
Firstly there was panic that I’d gone from being ‘quite behind’ at work to ‘seriously behind’ and I’d have a job on just to leave everything in a state where I could pick it up again easily on Monday. Secondly there was feelings of embarrassment that I had vehemently argued it was yesterday without checking my facts, and indeed doubting the facts when they were thrust in my face. Thirdly there was feelings of relief and joy that it was now (or very soon to be) The Weekend™. Needless to say the latter feeling won out, I spent my remaining 30 minutes quickly trying [and failing] to finish off, hand off or otherwise park everything I was doing before grabbing my bag and legging it. I’m still waiting for it to sink in that the working week is over.