| day in, day out |
[Feb. 13th, 2008|04:14 pm] |
Work and home are separated by 35 miles and about an hour of commute. I've been plotting a strategy to cut down on the fraction of my life this eats: Work is flexible about the hours I keep, so why not shift every other day later, doing one immediate work-sleep-work cycle followed by a work-freetime-sleep-freetime-work cycle?
On Monday I worked into the night, then had dinner with some "south bay friends" in Palo Alto, a city near work. Palo Alto is like this: Orkut (who named the website after himself) was at the next table over; we walked by the Facebook offices (still someone at his computer there) on our way back to Ojan's. I slept on the couch.
Tuesday I caught a ride back into work early, and headed home early too. I finally got to eat the chicken soup I made for myself over the weekend. San Francisco is like this: we had a post-birthday birthday for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) brad at a bar that offered drinks for more than $100. (We didn't have any of those.) Whitaker highlighted that if not for Brad, we wouldn't know each other, he'd have never met Erin (through me), and I may not have even gotten into my CS program at school.
Today I came to work at the normal time, both sick and hungover, and anticipate leaving at the normal time. It was nice missing the commute twice but I'm not sure it's worth the additional effort. |
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