The Problem With Being Early

Well this was the interesting dilemma I faced Monday morning last.

I decided to walk into office at 0900 hrs sharp and change my trend of coming in usually at 0915-0920. I walked in all Irish spring fresh, suited and ready to tackle the day’s challenges with cheery greetings and elevated spirits to our marketing floors.

Lo and behold what do I witness . . . there was not a soul to be seen on the floor!
Now either this was a Monday morning blues phenomena (or everyone had a heavy Sunday night) but I was quite upset and experience the following question first hand:

“What is the point in being early; when there is no one around to appreciate it?”

One also remembers that old wives tale “The early bird catches the worm!”

My question “What about the worm that got up early too??!!”

Tsk tsk!

The Weekend That Was

The sequence of events (as memory reminds me) goes something like this:

• Leaving work on Friday eve at around 6-ish,

• Heading to a house-warming dinner around 10-ish (after a pre-dinner GT [that’s get-together for all you not-so-social-acronym-savvy’s] at another friends place around 8-ish)

And the next thing I recall vividly (amidst the foggy frames of events lodged in my mind of goings-on over the weekend) is packing up my BBQ grill on Sunday evening(say around 7-ish), plugging in Season 3 of House MD into my DVD and hitting the sack for work Monday morning around 11-ish!

That, in my quickly diminishing memory, is a prime example of ‘the weekend that was'; kind of-ish