"Voluntary" Overtime

Today was the first time I've gone to work on a Sunday in four and a half years, since I worked in retail. I thought getting a regular nine-to-five would keep me from working weekends, but it hasn't. Even though I've had required Saturday shifts at all of nine-to-five jobs I've had over the past five years, I haven't worked a Sunday since I quit my last retail job.

It wasn't required that I go in today, just strongly recommended by not only two different supervisors but also by a manager who isn't technically my direct superior. That sounds weird, I know, but I'm on loan for a special project for the foreseeable future, so I'm in a weird limbo space between departments where I'm not 100% sure who I need to report to at any given time.

Anyway, I went in this morning for a few hours to try to get some backlog taken care of before the fiscal year ends on Wednesday. It was nice, being the only one on the entire floor, sitting in front of my computer with only the after-hours lighting illuminating the room. I probably would have stayed for longer (who knew that being alone with no distractions could increase my productivity so much?), but we lowly hourly peons aren't allowed to be in the building unless a supervisor or above is around, so when he left, I left.

I'm finally starting to feel comfortable with most parts of my job which is nice after spending my first six weeks not really having any idea what I was doing. I still don't, but I'm getting better at faking it.

Fake it till you make it, right?

I thought about going to a movie once I was done at work, but there isn't anything playing right now that I'm interested in seeing. The Martian opens next week and I just missed seeing Mad Max: Fury Road at the second run cinemas here in town and I can't go see Mr. Holmes without my roommate, who got me into Sherlock Holmes in the first place and who is out visiting her sister this afternoon.

I suppose I could watch a couple of episodes of Orphan Black instead; I watched the first episode last night and I was intrigued enough to keep going. Plus, staying in and watching TV will keep me from spending money that I can't really afford to spend on a movie ticket (and snacks and train fare).

I'm not sure I like being a responsible adult sometimes.