Does it really matter after all?

When I got into work this morning a little before 8, my boss stopped by to ask me if everything was okay since I was here so early. When she said that, I could not respond because ever since I found out that she or one of her spies was watching everything that I do, I’ve been coming to work before 8 for the past couple of months. I know that I should be working my full 8/40 hours a week, but I’m exempt. I should not have to worry about punching a clock.

Truth be told, I do enjoy coming in early because I do beat all the traffic, so that’s a HUGE positive. I do get my daily things done earlier like check voicemails, emails, etc. So, there are some positives to actually coming in earlier.  But for her not to notice that I’ve actually been coming in early since January, just blows me away.

I really do love my job. I love the work that I’m doing. This is the position that I’ve always wanted, so I’m grateful that I finally have the opportunity to do what I love. Plus, I still get to coach afterwards. But sometimes, I think I’m not appreciated for what I do bring to the department. Because I’m not allowed to get away with some of the little things, like getting in at 8:30 or working from home a day here or there.

I know I need to just do what I have to do. I need my job. The other side of the coin would make life much uglier for me. I guess that’s what gets me going in the morning when I don’t want to make the drive.

Okay, that’s enough of venting for me. I can’t do anything about it, but it just feels better that I let it out.

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