Tomorrow, I start my summer hours at work, meaning I have to be in the office at 8:30 and can’t expect to leave until 5:15. But, because I do that from Monday through Thursday, working an additional forty-five minutes each day, I get to leave at 1 PM on Fridays. Ask me if I think it’s worth it on Friday — and again when I go back to normal hours in early September. I can’t oversleep any mornings, and I’ll have to rush to make my train every evening, but we’ll see.
Meanwhile, there’s not much to report. The weather was lovely here today — a little hot perhaps, but a far cry from yesterday’s heavy downpour. I drove out to Huntington to join friends for our weekly writing group, then home to have dinner out with my father. (My mom and he attended a party for one of her coworkers, then she had to go to work for a few hours.)
And that’s really about it. These weekends go by so damn fast, don’t they?
I’m not sure I’d be thrilled with that arrangement…you still have to get up on Friday mornings and go to work, after all. Do you get a lunch break?
Mind you, leaving early on a Friday is a nice thing, too. My completely unrealistic image of New York on a Friday is half ‘Mad Men’ and half ‘Saturday Night Live.’
We don’t get a lunch break on Friday, which may have been implied in the original summer hours announcement, but certainly wasn’t explicit until after the hours had been approved. I’ll be bringing a sandwich to eat at my desk rather than wait until I get home around 2 o’clock. (Or trying to eat lunch at Penn Station, or on the train.)
I often go to work at 8:30 in the morning anyway, and, while I prefer leaving the office at 4:30, staying that little bit later and catching the next train home isn’t too onerous.
Essentially, it’s 45 minutes of overtime (paid normally) four days a week, in exchange for leaving about four hours early on Friday.
Our office is less than ten blocks from where the Mad Men ad agency was supposed to have been, and not that far from NBC Studios either. So maybe it’s not completely unrealistic. My completely unrealistic image of Canada is half Kids in the Hall and half Due South. 🙂
Well, if you say to anybody around here ‘I’m crushing your head!’ it elicits an immediate block response. So I don’t suppose it’s all that far off the mark, either. 🙂
No lunch break is no fun. How are you supposed to go to fancy restaurants and eat too many oysters?