Live every moment, love every day

We now have flex shifts at work. We come to work between 7:30-9:00 and leave after an 8 hour day - between 4:00-5:30. It doesn't matter what time between 7:30-9:00 that we clock in - if we clock in at 7:42 that means our day is over at 4:12. It's flexable day to day and as long as you're at work by 9:00am everyone's happy.

My old shift was 8:30-5:00 ... typically this meant I would get to work at about 8:35 because I am not a morning person.

When we went to flex time, my team assumed the early birds would come earlier and the late risers would be later. The opposite has happened. I have been to work before 8:30 all week, and 2 of my co-workers that used to come in at 8:00 have straggled in at 5 till 9. It's very odd.

Since I worked over this week, I'm using 2 hours as flex time and leaving 2 hours early today (our only stipulation is no one can leave the office before 2pm.) I made it to work today at 8:10 ... I get to leave at 2:10! For me, this is huge. My one co-worker looked at me this morning, looked at her clock, and looked back at me and I cracked up. My boss even gave me a high five for being at work, and looking awake before 8:30 ... which may be because I've probably NEVER managed that before today.

So at 2:10 I get to clock out and start my weekend ... YAY! I have lunch plans, then it's off to get my hairs cut at 3:45 ... I think I've decided on something between the 3rd and 4th picture length wise, but with bangs more like the 3rd picture. I can always trim my bangs shorter myself if they're to long, but if they're to short, they'll torture me till they grow.

Then tonight ... writing. I HAVE TO WRITE. I've been a sick slacker for a whole week, and it has to end.

Blah.

That about sums up today. I just feel ucky. A little tired, a little achy, and a little stuffy.

I'm pondering skipping zumba ... but I feel like if I miss one class it'll open me up to talk myself out of going to other classes. We have a new teacher this time and it's her first time teaching ... and she's just not real good at teaching and she's hard to follow. When we point out to her that we're lost she just says we'll catch on eventually. Thanks. I'm sure I'll suck it up and go ... I paid for the classes, so I may as well go and do what I can and make-up with I can't do.

Hopefully I'll feel better by tonight.

Seeing as NCIS is the only redeeming thing about tomorrow ... it better be good.

As a related side note - my job makes me giggle. Tomorrow is a casual day and a 'wear red or pink for heart health month' ... uh hu ... out of all the days this month you pick tomorrow? So not wearing pink/red feels like a snub to heart health and not a snub to what tomorrow is. I'm onto you job ... you just want us to look all cheery for that dead saint holiday.

My church meeting tonight was canceled ... that means I have time to WRITE! Yay! I'm super excited ... I cleared my calendar tonight for this meeting, and now I have lots of free time! :) And here I didn't think I would get the chance to write today.

Watching "Nature of the Beast" since it's what's in rerun for NCIS tonight ... since there isn't a new one ... GRR!

And it hurts every time Ziva says Ray's name.




In other news ... I almost hit a pink plastic kids kitchenette on the way home. It blew into the road while I was driving home. Strange a little scary.

So I posted 2 new stories on my lj writing comm, imported them here, then realized I had a typo. Not the most fun thing to fix.

And the crossposted entries are WAY down on my reading page. I'm not totally in love with the way it looks. I may just post on both sites in the future, or just link at lj that it's posted here. We'll see.

I think I'm gonna go cross-post some of the stuff I've written in the last few weeks to some lj comms just for the heck of it. After all, my new years plans are chilling on the sofa, and watching the ball drop in a little while.

Ugh ... NCIS is on and it's Ray and Ziva and the empty box thing. I hate that scene. Mostly because I don't understand how Ziva went from "we're not talking" to "he's my boyfriend" to "tell them I'll divorce you" in such a small time. That whole story line was just awkward.

Overheard in my office:

Person 1: I keep thinking it's Thursday.
Person 2: It is Thursday.
Person 1: Oh. Crap.