I got caught up on a what all my favorite bloggers are up to. Vintage shopping with gal pals, successful and unsuccessful home made bread baking, upcycling a table and chairs for an early Christmas gift, creative ways to make money on the side, and weekend travel get aways made for a lot of busy reading. I made a few comments, and received few as well. I was reminded of the early days of Facebook when you could spend hours looking up friends and getting caught up on the months and years you missed in their lives. I was terrible clicking links, and other recommended blog sites. I was lazy and unaccomplished. It was fun.
While running my daughter to basketball practice, I made a stop to get new ice scrapers. The ones we had from last winter were crap, and barely took off the sleet we had coating the car windows. Staring at a wall of ice scrapers of every size imaginable, not yet picked over, I started thinking about how rested I felt. For the most part, I had over half a day with no one needing anything from me, no one (other than pup) dropping into my work space wondering what I was doing and could they ask me if I was busy. No one remembering they forgot something and could I help them take care of it. No boss popping in my doorway with the random thought of the morning, that he needed to share in person just because he wanted a stretch so chose to walk down the hall instead of just picking up the blasted phone. At one point I put an old episode of Doc Martin on, fell asleep, and woke thinking I had just vacationed in a seaside cottage. It was lovely.
So what I had, was a day of playing hooky, but without the guilt. I woke not feeling well; some dry toast and tea helped calm things down. I didn't call in sick when I wasn't, though by the way I napped, I sure must have needed it. I didn't hang out for an extra hour in a coffee house before heading home, just so I could get through e-mail uninterrupted. I didn't even bother to shower, but stayed in comfy sweat pants, t-shirt, alternated with throwing a sweatshirt on, and felt no need to look presentable, though I did comb my hair and brush my teeth before running into Target. So was my day a waste of opportunity or good for my soul? I had thought I'll be energized and just work late tomorrow, then learned they changed practice times so I'll have car pool duty at 6:00. Still, I feel ready to get in the office early, and tackle what I would have done half heartedly had I tried today. I was dreading the work week when I first woke up, and now I am excited to get things done.
I won't be making this a habit, it is not really my nature, but I don't think the day was wasted after all. I once had a staff person that every so often called in and just reported she was taking a mental health day. We didn't have a policy about what constituted being sick to use a sick day, and I never pushed. To this day, I still feel she was one of the most productive and talented staff I ever supervised. What about you? Have you ever literally just phoned it in, and gave yourself a day off? Were you later more productive because of it?