I’ve been trying to piece together the thought process that led me to be at the office this morning at 8 o’clock. The actual process isn’t terrifically complicated — I woke up earlier; I caught an earlier train — but I’m still not entirely sure why I decided to do that, or what I thought I would accomplish by being half an hour earlier than I am on even my earliest mornings.
Heaven knows I went to sleep earlier again last night, and by the time I woke up in earnest, there wasn’t a lot of time left to do anything but catch a train into Manhattan. I had to be in to work this morning by 9, thanks to a meeting with our sales reps from Kentucky, and that meant I had to be in by 8:30, thanks to the way my local train schedule works. I think I had this idea that I wouldn’t necessarily go to the office straight away, that I would have time to grab a bite to eat for breakfast. But the train was a little late getting in to Penn Station, lurching its way through the tunnel, and by the time I walked uptown I figured, hey, I’m already here. I might as well have the satisfaction of being here before practically anybody else.
There’s not a lot of satisfaction in that, and that first half hour actually goes by pretty fast. The whole day went by really fast, in fact, even though in the end I stayed until 4:30 (instead of leaving half an hour early at 4), and even though I didn’t leave the office for lunch (since that was provided, as part of the meeting). It wasn’t a particularly exciting day, but for an unusually long one, it felt unusually short.