Thursday is a case study in almosts. It’s almost Friday, the week is almost over, and I almost finished the report I’ve been working on this whole week. (If not longer. It feels like longer.)
I decided to do summer hours again this year, almost at the flip of a coin. They won’t start until next month, but already I’m wondering about what I’ve gotten myself into. I’ll have to work forty-five minutes more Monday through Thursday — in order to leave at 1 PM on Friday. I think that means I’ll only be one train later in the evening, but we shall see. I haven’t done it since the first year, when we were back in our old offices. Like I say, I think I can get from the current office to Penn Station in 15 minutes by subway, but we shall see.
Meanwhile, my work-from-home day will be switching to Monday in the next few weeks. There’s no particular reason for the switch, beyond that that’s what our UK counterparts have recently switched to, but it actually makes a lot of sense for several reasons. Well, mostly meeting-related reasons. (I wouldn’t have had to give up my telecommuting this week, for instance.) It probably doesn’t work so much in our favor when there’s a three-day holiday weekend and we have the Monday off, but I’m not really complaining. And anyway, it won’t go into effect until after the three-day weekend that’s coming up in a couple of weeks.
Meanwhile, I guess I’m going to start looking for an apartment.
Our summer hours have us start half an hour early, which in theory should have us leaving at 4. More often than not, it seems to mean that I still manage to leave around 4:30, but at least I’m not leaving at 5. I dunno…I’m not sure I’m getting much benefit out of it.