Ideally I wouldn't be working.

There's no such thing as an ideal day that involves me going to work, but if there were an ideal work day today would definitely fit that description. It starts with me sleeping in and showing up for work at least an hour later than normal. My office has pretty flexible work hours; generally you can show up whenever you want as long as you put in 9 hours (including an hour lunch break). I like to be home early so I usually work from 7-4. Today we have a mandatory “all hands” meeting at 4. Which means everyone stops work at for to listen to the boss talk for 20 minutes then the day is over. Well if I can show up to work whenever I want (within reason of course) and it’s mandatory that I stop working at 4, why the hell wouldn’t I just get to work at like 8:30 ensuring that I have a free 6 and a half hour work day? Well I would, and I did, so things are off to a good start. Then during my shortened work day the majority of my department is in meetings all day. Meaning there isn’t really anyone to looking over my shoulder. Meaning I’m “working” at a pretty leisurely pace this afternoon. 2 for 2 so far. “All hands” meetings are always immediately followed by an office happy hour. Of course happy hour with your coworkers usually is the lamest species of happy hour but free beer and food is something that should never be turned down. And while the flip cups tournaments in the conference room don’t happen anymore (some sort of liability issue, the boss I are going to have to agree to disagree on this matter I guess) I have some pretty enjoyable colleagues and we also have a balcony ringing our office about 25 stories up with a great view of the harbor so it’s a pretty enjoyable setting, it’s usually not a bad time, so 3 for 3. The next step in this idyllic summer work afternoon would be to walk from happy hour over to the Camden Yards will call to pick my tickets to our free luxury suites one of our friends manage to procure. 4 for 4. 2 less hours of “work”, free booze, and free baseball. Call me crazy but, for a work day, it doesn’t get a whole lot better than that.