Confession… major slacking going on here, which is so unlike me for the most part. Yesterday I actually asked to go home early. I don’t miss work, I don’t call in sick, I’m the employ that is sent home due to illness and/or overtime. I’ve been unfocussed for about two weeks or so and moseying through my workdays and not accomplishing much at home. Typically I’d be embarrassed to admit this and I did have some guilty moments but I just can’t shake it.
Back to yesterday, I literally asked my boss if I could go home and had no reason for doing so. I still can’t believe it. Because he’s awesome he obliged without question. A better person would have taken advantage of the “free” time and done something productive like run errands, go to the store, clean or even grab a mani-pedi. Nope not me, I hopped in the car, got home, put on my comfy gear and crawled into bed. It was 2pm in the afternoon on a Tuesday and you know what it was fantastic. I really wasn’t even tired, though I did manage to doze off; it was just nice to escape the day and do nothing. When my husband got home he gave me the craziest look and asked if I was alight after I responded I was fine he immediately asked what I was doing. All I could surmise was that I just felt like going home.
I’m not announcing it to rub it in and while it was pleasant and harmless I really need to get it together. Afternoon naps on workdays aren’t acceptable as regular occurrences and it would be nice to feel like “me” again: focused, dedicated, attentive.
Back to yesterday, I literally asked my boss if I could go home and had no reason for doing so. I still can’t believe it. Because he’s awesome he obliged without question. A better person would have taken advantage of the “free” time and done something productive like run errands, go to the store, clean or even grab a mani-pedi. Nope not me, I hopped in the car, got home, put on my comfy gear and crawled into bed. It was 2pm in the afternoon on a Tuesday and you know what it was fantastic. I really wasn’t even tired, though I did manage to doze off; it was just nice to escape the day and do nothing. When my husband got home he gave me the craziest look and asked if I was alight after I responded I was fine he immediately asked what I was doing. All I could surmise was that I just felt like going home.
I’m not announcing it to rub it in and while it was pleasant and harmless I really need to get it together. Afternoon naps on workdays aren’t acceptable as regular occurrences and it would be nice to feel like “me” again: focused, dedicated, attentive.
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