Today had all the trappings of a Monday, though not much else. It rained, quite a lot in the morning, and I got soaked through — well, from toe to shin, anyway — on the single block between Grand Central and my office. Some mornings, I kind of miss my old commute, with the fifteen minute walk from Penn Station. This was not one of those mornings.
I decided not to take advantage of summer hours at work this year. The approvals were due today, and my boss is away at a conference, so it was unlikely I’d be able to get the paperwork squared away. But, more importantly, I just don’t think it’s worth it, this year especially. I like the idea of leaving work three hours early on Fridays, but not so much the idea of spilling those hours into the rest of the week. Especially this year, in the new office, when I have fewer trains to choose from in the morning. Maybe if they continue the option, and after I’ve moved out — I haven’t been good about it, but I am in theory still looking for an apartment — but not this year.
