As it seems to have become a habit of sorts, I was completely absorbed in my current project when I realized I had been working for 6 hours straight. I loved my job but this was too much, I silently thought to myself.
My silent thoughts were jolted shut by the sudden realization that it was 945 already and Trader Joe’s would close in 15 minutes. I had been here before – I made a split second decision on whether to make a run for it, or to look at other options, and sprang up to the bedroom to get dressed. I had been working in my comfy boxers and tank top all day. Of all that the HR types will tell you, the biggest proponent of working from home is being bra-less all day. I grabbed the first thing that I could wear the quickest and still call myself appropriately dressed – my gym clothes and sprang out of the apartment. The light worked in my favor and saved me a full minute, and before I knew it, I was making the daily thai-or-indian choice in the frozen meals section.