The Last Hour.
I’m fascinated by the work habits of the conventionally employed the same way a teenage boy is fascinated by the sex habits of anyone and everyone. When you don’t know, you’re curious.
My last hour of the day can be a bit of a moveable feast. If I’m being a good writer and sticking to my plan for the day, I’ll just grind out the final 50-minute Pomodoro session on whatever I listed as the goal that morning. If I’m being a degenerate slacker I might fall down a Youtube hole.
But none of it matters because I work on my own.
What the hell do you do in an office when physical and moral exhaustion creeps up on you at 3.49 pm?
Finally, my specialist subject.
1. Check out the burger.
2. Annoy my co-workers
3. Late afternoon coffee run - involve at least 5 other staff
4. New spotify playlist to make me more productive
5. Read up on stuff for tomorrows meetings so I can appear smarter than I am
6. Check out new jobs where my genuis will be appreciated
7. Make list of jobs for when I get home
8. Plan the weeks menu
9. Look up best Netflix shows to watch
10. Impromptu table tennis tournament to build moral.
3.49 is when I wake up from my post lunch siesta. punch out some witty comments on Teams chat, drop a final few emails to random managers and reschedule any late afternoon meetings to never.