Sleep is for the weak
One of the unfortunate side effects of spending one or more nights at my brother’s each week is that even if I remember my laptop, I usually forget to write a post. See, I’m not one of those disciplined people that write posts ahead and set them to publish later… I’m more of a just-in-time kind of girl.
That’s true everywhere in my life, but nowhere more than my attitude about sleep. I am not an early bird in any way, shape, or form. I hate the alarm clock - in fact, the only thing I like about my alarm clock is the snooze button. I keep thinking I should try one of those clocks that wakes you with light, becoming brighter as the minutes click by. Not that it would help… it’s not that I can’t wake up in the morning, it’s more like my mind just can’t see the purpose in it, and my body is happy to comply.
Unfortunately, I have one of those jobs working for one of those people who sort of expects you to be there at 8am. I’ve been coming to work at 9am for several years now… lately, it’s actually been sliding closer to 9:30. And at the beginning, I felt guilty. I worried about the ramifications of coming in late. I even bought this book. Apparently, there really aren’t any negative ramifications for showing up late… yet. I guess I’m silently rebelling against the 8-5 mentality, and hoping the fact that I still work 40 hours or more a week is more meaningful than what time I actually get to work. All of this is one of the reasons that the ROWE appeals to me so much. I’d love to work somewhere where the results of my work are more important to my manager than the hours I worked to obtain them.
It’s a frustrating work environment for me, for sure. I wish I didn’t feel so stuck where I am… but until ROWE becomes widespread, I suppose I’ll live with it. At least I have a job, right?
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