I try to use my free time wisely.
This morning I went to the gym. I go 5 times a week and lift weights.
But I work 12 hour days; for the past two or three weeks. That twelve… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12. Half a day.
Reading each number at a time isn’t as stressful as reading each hour on the clock from a desk. Every day.
So where do I get the time to keep learning Spanish? I never had the chance to get past ‘Greetings.’
There’s really no important reason to stay in the office so long. Everyone loses focus by the time it hits 1800 (6 PM). I guess my boss just wants to prove a point. I still have yet to figure out what that point is.
Now I resort to: Books+office=not such a bad day.
I finished Breakfast of Champions. Got to love K Von. He’s by far my favorite author. Starting Cat’s Cradle. And wading my way through Manufacturing Consent by Noam Chomsky.
Listening to some Tokyo Police Club. And really getting into the Bible-inspired lyrics of Nick Cave. I still have yet to finish downloading his newest album.
Today is my half day. It is 0916 (916 AM) right now. I have to be in at 1000. Shower first.
Someone tell me how 12 hours minus two hours equals 6 hours. Because I’m almost positive that coming in at 1000 instead of 0800 does NOT give me a half day.
Hopefully this catastrophe of work hours ends soon.