[Dear Good Texan: Please skip to next entry, since this one was written by a space alien, and I disavow it in its entirety.]
I can see why my employees and bosses have been urging Orthodox Office Hours upon me—the former, gently, and the latter a bit less so. It is chock-o-block full of advantages:
• waking up early;
• rushing around in the morning to get to work;
• skipping a shower, and/or makeup, and/or one’s work slacks in favor of jeans and a clean T-shirt;
• getting sleepy in the middle of the afternoon;
• spending over an hour to get to work, and an hour and a half to get home.
If I do this right, I may eventually spend more time commuting than I do actually working.
(Of course, some will point out that I got in a bit of a walk over my lunch hour today, and doubtless acquired a lot of Vitamin D that way. We vampires, however, prefer to get our Vitamin D from pills, thankyouverymuch.)
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