Three day weekends. Summer hours. Could it be any better. Well, maybe four day weekends. I love the summer hours. There's one problem. Now have to keep track of these precious hours. A time sheet is filled out. Ummm...I came it at 9:27, ate a 12 minute lunch, and left at 6:47 and 23 seconds. We have to put in a full forty. Work four tens, or four nines and a half day Friday. This isn't so bad. I opted for the four nines, and I take a half day vacation on Fridays. Four vacation days gets you 8 days off. Not a bad deal.

Here I sit working through my monday nine. It has been a while since I was a clock watcher, but this new schedule has reborn this dreaded hobby of mine. I haven't uttered the phrase "quitting time" in a long while. The clock slips around the dial towards 6 o'clock and I am watching with every tick and or tock. It is grueling. Maybe I should start cutting classes like I did in high school. It's one sure way to relieve the boredom. "Why isn't Mark in the Engineering meeting", the Director asks as she watches me slinking my way across the parking lot towards my car.