Shit.
Had some extra work dumped on my plate and at first glance was expecting it to help pad out the remaining time I had left here for today.
...And then finished it in an hour.
With three hours left to go.
Was told not to work so fast.
Nah.
Got a bandaid that needs removing, I've always been a "rip it off" kinda gal.
At least past me is helping future me for once: giving him the gift of some flexibility in the workdays to come.
And you know what?
I thought about it...
Whether I'm here at this place or at home, I don't do a goddamn thing.
Here, I get paid for it.
Home, I can sleep when it gets too fucking dull.