Live every moment, love every day

We now have flex shifts at work. We come to work between 7:30-9:00 and leave after an 8 hour day - between 4:00-5:30. It doesn't matter what time between 7:30-9:00 that we clock in - if we clock in at 7:42 that means our day is over at 4:12. It's flexable day to day and as long as you're at work by 9:00am everyone's happy.

My old shift was 8:30-5:00 ... typically this meant I would get to work at about 8:35 because I am not a morning person.

When we went to flex time, my team assumed the early birds would come earlier and the late risers would be later. The opposite has happened. I have been to work before 8:30 all week, and 2 of my co-workers that used to come in at 8:00 have straggled in at 5 till 9. It's very odd.

Since I worked over this week, I'm using 2 hours as flex time and leaving 2 hours early today (our only stipulation is no one can leave the office before 2pm.) I made it to work today at 8:10 ... I get to leave at 2:10! For me, this is huge. My one co-worker looked at me this morning, looked at her clock, and looked back at me and I cracked up. My boss even gave me a high five for being at work, and looking awake before 8:30 ... which may be because I've probably NEVER managed that before today.

So at 2:10 I get to clock out and start my weekend ... YAY! I have lunch plans, then it's off to get my hairs cut at 3:45 ... I think I've decided on something between the 3rd and 4th picture length wise, but with bangs more like the 3rd picture. I can always trim my bangs shorter myself if they're to long, but if they're to short, they'll torture me till they grow.

Then tonight ... writing. I HAVE TO WRITE. I've been a sick slacker for a whole week, and it has to end.