Weird day here at the office. Normally, Mondays are a bit crazed. People save up all their crazy over the weekends and then come in and dump it on us. But today? It’s uber-quiet. One of my staff requested to take half the day off because he was bored. Hey, if he has the hours and that’s how he wants to use them, why not?
This stance has apparently made me the hero of other departments where being bored is not a valid reason for leaving early. If someone wants to leave early they need to come up with some kind of elaborate ruse of feeling sick, or having a sick relative, or some other pressing issue. But, is it really worth anyone’s time and money to be hanging around doing a whole lot of nothin’? That’s my philosophy. If you have the PTO (Paid Time Off) earned and you want to take off, and your leaving doesn’t have an adverse affect on business operations, then please go with god, my child.
After only maybe 3 1/2 hours of sleep, I was tempted to call in “tired” this morning. I should have, really. I’ve got 9 weeks of PTO on the books, and a boss who shares my philosophy when it comes to time off.
I don’t know what is going on with me and sleep lately. We used to be on such good terms. But now? When I finally go to bed, sleep doesn’t want to come with me. And when it does finally join me, it decides to leave me around 3 am and want to wander around until 4:30 or so. At 5 am, sleep finally settles down and starts to get deep. But, when the alarm goes off, sleep wants to keep going. So every morning is a damn struggle between sleep and I. There are no winners in this war sleep and I are having.
I’m glad it’s a weirdly quiet Monday so that I can get my requisite blog post out of the way while I’m being paid to sit upright and capable of composing sentences. That frees up my evening to sprawl on the couch and watch “Intervention” and “Hoarders”. Good times. Good times.