Shorter Saturdays

Sean here, and I'm almost out of time. In other words, my work day is almost over, and it feels like it just started. That's what happens when you go from working 12 hours to 8. The only negative is that I don't have as much time to screw around at work. Less Hotmail. Less blogging. Less visiting the Netflix queue. Less searching for the lowest prices for the newest CDs that come out week after week. I'll take all of these complaints when you consider how nice it is to leave work at 2:30pm with the rest of the day + Sunday to spend with my family and Monday to spend with Bella. Patrice is right. A lot of people take it for granted. After 1 year and half of it, I never will again. I'll tell you this, though. I'm also not used to the business casual code as much since three of my four former days were jeans and tshirt days. Now, I have to somewhat dress up for the Tuesday through Thursdays, and I sure look dashing in my new Steve Madden shoes (I feel like such a commercial actor). They feel like slippers (probably because other than my slippers, they are the only footware I own without laces or straps), but they look like I'm taking over this joint. I hope to someday. Then, I can form my own schedule!
Next up? Patrice's zoo report! It should be a good one.