Normally, the great thing about a Bank Holiday Monday is that you can look forward to a four-day week. Not me, though.
Tomorrow night, I fly to Glasgow to speak at a wellbeing event and then take the rest of Thursday and Friday off to visit family in Scotland. So basically, I’m enjoying a two-and-a-half-day week.
The joys of being your own boss!
I know it’ll be made up on other weeks, when I get less of a weekend, or have to travel late at night, so I’m in no way guilty. But it does give me a different perspective on the week.
I kicked off this morning by leaping on some accounting stuff that I had almost been procrastinating about. An hour later, it was all done, accounts were balanced and expenses understood. I then recorded another episode of my work podcast (we’re up to 42 episodes now!) and made my way into the office for a series of meetings.
(Commuting outside rush-hour, even when it’s just a twelve-minute trip on the DLR, is like visiting a different planet. People actually smile and there’s room to sit down. It’s incredible).
Now I’m back home, having left punctually at 5:00pm. In all honestly, I feel like I’ve done more than a single day of work and it’s not even 6:00pm yet. Perhaps I’m still in shock from returning to work after an extended Bank Holiday weekend?
Time to pack my bag for the business trip and switch into evening mode. I’ve already got my packing list and mentally organised what I need to bring. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day. Five coaching sessions and then a 90-minute client meeting – all before heading to the airport and flying to Glasgow.
Working hours – like swings and roundabouts. All making life extremely interesting.