Seriously ... my whole day pretty much just disappeared.
I get up, feed the dog, and go to work. Once I get to work I make myself breakfast.
I like to get to work a few minutes early so I can eat breakfast "off the clock". For some reason I just feel guilty about taking that 15 minute break early in the day just to stuff my face. I mean, they ARE giving me free food, so the least I can do is not make them pay me for taking and eating it!
I also feel guilty about asking somebody else to prepare it. I'm a cook! That's my job. I cook food. Why should I ask somebody else to cook my breakfast for me? Ok, I know the answer to that. The answer is: because I would be in the way. When the folks working the line have orders to prepare it's really much easier for everybody if I ask them to make me something rather than go back there and make something myself. However, this morning, I arrived before the restaurant was open! There were no orders waiting to be made, so I just went back there and made my own meal.
So the point is that a few more minutes of my day were consumed (ha-ha, get it? consumed?) by me making my own breakfast ... and eating it.
And then I worked a nine-hour shift.
I came home, took a shower, fed the dog, and then took her for a brief trip outside so she could pee and poop. After that, I had to hustle over to the laundromat so I had clean work clothes for tomorrow.
By the time I get home, thirteen hours of my day have passed since I'd gotten out of bed that morning. I finally have time for my daily internet routine.
Check both e-mail accounts. Read the news. Read the blogs. Check all the bulletin boards.
I suppose that's me time, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it. Sometimes it really does seem like a task. Could I skip the reading my e-mail for a day? Maybe. Probably not. Could I skip the news? Maybe. But I feel that one has a duty to stay informed, especially about important topics. Could I skip the blogs? Sometimes. I suppose this is partially recreation. Some of the blogs I read, however, and more about keeping on top of the news and staying informed. Some of them are personal - keeping in touch with friends - but not all of them.
By the time it's all done, 14 hours of my day is gone. Pretty soon I'll be going to bed. I have about six hours of things I *want* to do, and only a couple of hours to do it.
I know. I'll whine about not having enough time on my blog first. Once that's done, maybe I'll read.
