This morning I was totally relieved to have someone cancel a ‘phone meeting’ – allowing me to flex my day by dancing around in my jammas this morning. But I was also feeling a little guilty and weird about flexing because, well, 9 a.m. rolls around and.. that’s when people work, y’know?
So, this is really just more of me playing things out in writing.
I am expected to work (under my contract) 37.5 hours per week or 7.5 hours per day.
This week, I have 3 days where I’m working from 9 a.m. until around 9 p.m. Other weeks I have two days where I work those hours.
It’s about 50/50 as to whether I have time to actually eat lunch or whether I’m cramming cheese strings in my mouth while working, so let’s say that those 3 days = 34 hours in total. (It is pretty much guaranteed that I won’t be eating dinner until I get home at night.)
This means that, if I don’t flex my time at all, I’m working 49 hours in a week and accumulating 11.5 hours of ‘overtime’.
11.5 hours is more than one full day of work. Multiply that by 4 weeks in a month and I’ve accumulated more than one entire week of lieu time.
There is no way that I can work 4 weeks and then take a full week off (as lovely as that would be) which means I have GOT to flex my time.
And so, I should not feel guilty about sitting here in my jamma pants and messy hair.