Teh Squeaky Wheel
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Man, do I hate these time changes. It is dark outside! Yeah, I know, I used to get up at 5 am, but I’ve gotten used to a short (read: non-existent) commute and getting up later.
I’m with you, Paddy. This really sucks. It’s like leaving the bar at 2:00 AM with a beautiful woman and waking up hours later sleeping next to a hag. Jarring.
How is it not commuting to work anymore and working from home?
Working from home has its advantages, but it also means you never leave work, unless you set some boundaries for yourself. That was something I learned when I was self-employed -- although it took a long time to sink in.
Do you miss the face-to-face time with coworkers or can you get that virtually?
I have a couple of virtual face-to-face meetings each week, then there are multiple “all-hands” in-person meetings/events per year.
One of the things I learned when I was teaching at a brick-and-mortar school, was just how little interaction teachers have with one another. There just isn’t time during the day. I intentionally got together with my colleagues to collaborate on lessons, to debrief at the end of a unit of study, and to discuss how to deal with student learning problems, but most didn’t. It is very different than the corporate world.
Hi, Paddy and Sven!
Despite becoming an old man (how the hell did that happen?), I don’t find the switch to DST a big problem for me. SackO’SugarK, on teh other hand…every year, she swears vengeance on the responsible parties.
I do think it occurs too early in the year these days, but as a kid, it was a sign that summer -- and summer vacation -- was on its way. I remember the ten-or-so-weeks of summer break seemed sooooooo long; that was pretty nice. (And how, up in YankeeLand, it would stay light until nearly 10:00 p.m. around the solstice.)
Mrs. Paddy and I went out to a little place in the local canyon for some beer and wine. They also have a few animals that they have rescued and rehabilitated. Here is one of them:
She was purring while being fed.
I also saw this sign, that I thought Fatwa might appreciate:
“Peoples sausage is PEOPLE!!1!”
This place opened in the ’60s near my maternal grandma’s apartment in Chicago; the running joke was, “Anyone we know?”
See, I knew you’d appreciate it!