One more hour until early dismissal. This is one of the few things in adult life that is reminiscent of high school joys. In high school I was in the nerdy accelerated courses and was able to take a late arrival, off campus lunch and early dismissal in my senior year. (These were well earned, unlike my need to run from this Park Avenue office building as fast as my beaten up sneakers can move without disintegrating off my feet.)
In the summer I get to leave work at 3pm on Fridays (pending manager’s arrival.) Today I’m literally counting down the minutes and ducking and weaving my boss as he moves with purpose about the office. If I remain too long he will trap me under a pile to fax, file, set on fire and 3pm dismissal will seem nothing more than a fond memory. I’ve already gotten up get tea 4 times, gone to the rest room 5 times, and hung out in the mysteriously locked file room “searching for a file” for an uncomfortably long time.
Here he comes… got to run.
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