Somehow, I managed to wake up a little early this morning, and so I decided, what the heck, I’d go into work a little early, too. I got to the office at 8 am, and there couldn’t have been more than two or three other people on both floors combined. A lot of the lights hadn’t even been switched on yet. I’m not sure I could say I used that quiet time too productively; I didn’t have a particularly busy day all around, despite a small can of worms an author’s e-mail opened first thing this morning*. But it was kind of nice being there before almost anyone else. And because I’d arrived half an hour early, I decided to leave half an hour early, at 4 pm. That’s the way our flextime policy works. Theoretically, if I got there at 7 am, I could leave at 3. (Next month’s summer hours put a new wrinkle on this, keeping me there until after 5 every day, but I’ll get to leave at 1 pm every Friday. So that’s good.)
Other than that exciting recount of my work day, there’s not much to report. Just a typical Friday, and, alas, this time not the start of a three-day weekend.
* More a weird mix-up that will need to be fixed next week than a genuine aggravation. At least, I think that’s what it is.