I’ve got an RDO and I’m going on a push bike ride with my father in law and his elderly friend.
Nice weather expected.
Gettin’ Redeyes.
Hating you.
Ill probably lose concentration and get hit by a lorry on my pushie knowing that.
I now fear tomorrow.
Might work. Might not. The joys of flexible hours and being awesome at my job.
I’m going to go to work.
But I’m going to leave at 3. Latest.
I’m not really going to do anything productive while I’m there, either.
By chance, tomorrow I’ve arranged to “work from home”. Which is code for send a few emails in the morning, and another few in the afternoon, and do fark all the rest of the time
I’ll probably lament my unfulfilled aspirations.
Don’t forget to set the “away” status in skype to enable to at least a few hours
I need to work out how to leave it on, actually. So it looks like I’m there when I’m actually having a snooze
And by having a snooze, I mean trying to have a snooze while my children jump on me and my wife yells at me
This is a daily task in my bullet journal…
I’m doing it right now
Standard day for me - after waking from similarly themed nightmares.
Yikes this thread has already gone downhill. Can’t you just lie and say you’re playing golf or something? Sheesh
Watching the NFL!
Who’s playing?
There’s some white bread and salt reduced Nuttelex in the pantry with my name written all over it, so it’s not all bad.
I’ll probably get bored and go to to work loos and read blitz. Aiming to waste half a day doing that.
Attending work but jet lag has kicked in for the last few days so I can see a few “appointments” scheduled for tomorrow to get me out of there for awhile especially with one of the National managers over here who I don’t get on with