While at work, it was all I could think about. I just kept watching the clock, waiting for it to hit my hour of freedom. The minutes just seemed to move ever so sluggishly in that way that makes you think they know you’re dying for the day to end.
No onslaught of emails or last minute projects could jerk my thoughts away. And certainly not even that one email from a bitter colleague who was upset from yesterday because I made her write and told her that no PD session could ever teach her what she wanted to know in the way that simply writing would help her. I didn’t even flinch when I got called in to the manager’s office to go over some prickly details for next week’s work. I knew that today was the day. Today I would go home and I would be so so so so happy.
Lunch took forever to arrive. And while I ate my boring chicken with boring edamame and stinky tofu, my joyful thoughts swirled in my head. I was closer! Just had to get through the afternoon.
Jeez that afternoon was painful. If the morning had been sluggish, the afternoon was dragging on like a relentless angry wife who just must have the last word. I tried not to look at the clock, but I swear the minutes at times spiraled back instead of forward. At one point I said hell with it and adjusted the clock on my phone so it was five minutes ahead. No one would notice if I ditched work five minutes early.
At 3 o’clock I ate my snack super slow, licking every bite of blueberry yogurt. Plus when I had finished it, I grazed the spoon over the edges and grabbed every bit. That ate up a good four minutes. But I was closer to the finish line!
Nail biting now began as I tapped my foot anxiously. 30 minutes left, 20, 10, 5, 3, OMG!! I jumped out of my chair, stuffed all my belongings in my bag and declared I was leaving. I sprinted out of there, threw my bag and myself into the car and speeded home.
Once I arrived, I lost all abandon and changed into pajamas. I shuffled my pillows and arranged them to support my head. I plopped down amongst them. I was home. I was home to do the one thing that I had been dying to do all day. I picked up my book from the library and began reading.