Time for the straitjacket?
Feb. 14th, 2007 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chickwriterBecause I am ten sorts of insane, I actually drove to the office this a.m., even though everyone else is either working from home or coming in late.
No, it's not really from some bizarre sense of OMGWORK! - but, truthfully, I'm taking Friday off to be with my writing peeps and doing a mini-retreat, plus Monday is a holiday for my team (we alternate MLK and Pres Day); so I really really really want this four-day weekend. If I'd shirked today, or worked from home, there are several things that wouldn't get done and I might not feel comfortable taking Friday off.
Responsibility can surely suck. But hey, that's who I am and how I do things. Has nothing to do with age, because I've pretty much always been this way. I blame it on oldest child syndrome.
Many many years ago, back in the early 80s, I was in charge of payroll/HR for a company in Richardson (yes, Nan, Texas, home of Jensen Ackles). One particular horrific day, we had a massive ice/snow storm in Dallas. You all think the DC area is nuts when it gets snow/ice, imagine Texans - with big trucks and big attitudes, and really no clue on how to drive in the weather. I didn't know if the office was going to be closed or what, but since it was payroll processing day, I felt it was necessary to at least TRY to get there. Plus, it was totally a straight shot, just about a mile and a half up a main road.
I got into my tiny Honda and boy, howdy, I *made* it...after at least a half hour of white-knuckled driving and prayers to the PTBs. My efforts went to waste, though, because no one else showed up and I had no building key.
Le sigh.
You'd think I'd have learned my lesson.
In any case, I'm at work. The office is officially opening late, but hey, I can get stuff done.
No, it's not really from some bizarre sense of OMGWORK! - but, truthfully, I'm taking Friday off to be with my writing peeps and doing a mini-retreat, plus Monday is a holiday for my team (we alternate MLK and Pres Day); so I really really really want this four-day weekend. If I'd shirked today, or worked from home, there are several things that wouldn't get done and I might not feel comfortable taking Friday off.
Responsibility can surely suck. But hey, that's who I am and how I do things. Has nothing to do with age, because I've pretty much always been this way. I blame it on oldest child syndrome.
Many many years ago, back in the early 80s, I was in charge of payroll/HR for a company in Richardson (yes, Nan, Texas, home of Jensen Ackles). One particular horrific day, we had a massive ice/snow storm in Dallas. You all think the DC area is nuts when it gets snow/ice, imagine Texans - with big trucks and big attitudes, and really no clue on how to drive in the weather. I didn't know if the office was going to be closed or what, but since it was payroll processing day, I felt it was necessary to at least TRY to get there. Plus, it was totally a straight shot, just about a mile and a half up a main road.
I got into my tiny Honda and boy, howdy, I *made* it...after at least a half hour of white-knuckled driving and prayers to the PTBs. My efforts went to waste, though, because no one else showed up and I had no building key.
Le sigh.
You'd think I'd have learned my lesson.
In any case, I'm at work. The office is officially opening late, but hey, I can get stuff done.
