It happens to me every Monday through Friday from 8:30am until 5:00pm. My work day absolutely drags, and I swear that my employers are somehow messing with the space-time continuum to keep me at the office much longer than my paycheck actually reflects.
If my weekends would drag along at the pace of a work day, I wouldn’t mind so much. Clearly, the time added to my work days is deducted from the weekend, and that is not at all fair.
Since there’s absolutely nothing I can do about this until I perfect my time machine, the best I can do is enjoy my two fifteen minute breaks and my lunch break, and then pray for 5:00 to not take an eternity to arrive.
To make my breaks as enjoyable as possible, I coordinate them with the schedule of my significant other. I take my morning break when she is leaving work so that I can talk to her on her walk home. My lunch break is planned around when she returns from the gym, and my afternoon break is usually at a time when she is unwinding after dinner.
We don’t talk on every break, but by keeping to this schedule, we optimize the amount of time we can have together during the day, and this makes my 8:30 – 5:00 daily sentence much easier to tolerate.
And nothing makes me happier than hearing her voice, regardless of how challenging my work day might be.
Today, however, it all when to $%^&. Excuse my colorful use of keyboard symbols, but it was just that kind of day.
My morning got extremely busy right around when I would normally take my break. I had to handle three urgent situations at the same time, and when everything was eventually resolved, it was an hour past when I would usually head outside to make the call that boosts my spirits and causes the butterflies in my tummy to rapidly flap their wings.
Shortly thereafter, I had to go into a meeting that lasted an eternity, and that made me miss my lunch time call as today was late gym class day.
Well, the torrential downpour actually kept me trapped inside as I couldn’t risk melting. I made the most of the situation, though, and found a dry spot under the awning where I could reach out and touch someone via the magic of cellular technology.
Of course, my fifteen minutes flew by at the speed of light, but I didn’t really care. It’s impossible for me to be upset when that voice is purring in my ear.
I hate it when time doesn’t break the way I want, but by taking a more positive approach to life lately, I’ve learned to better enjoy the awesome moments, however brief they may be.
Tomorrow is another day, and I’m looking forward to my breaks and the increase in heart rate that I will experience during them.
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