I awoke at 6:00am. I was a Sunday. By 6:30 I'd sprung out of bed and put on clean work clothes. By 6:45am I was unlocking my place of work and listening to the silence within. I stuck my headphones on straight away and set about listening to a film review podcast. I cranked my machine up and started running the sheets through. The hours passed and so did the routine of drinking coffee after coffee. Lunch time came around and I ate the pizza I'd taken with me from the night previous. I picked up my Jack Reacher novel 'Killing Floor' and set about reading the last half. Podcasts came and went as I put down the book for breaks through the day. The workplace almost didn't feel like work at all for the most part. Four pm came and went and six pm came and went too. Finally at 7pm I had a sudden rush of 'that's enough'. I shut everything down and locked up. I realised I'd shut down my mind for the day in some way to block out the fact that I was working on a Sunday. It's 8pm now and I'm home and showered.
I've earned a good wedge of cash today and I've had a good sit and read. I finished the book. I finished a lot of podcasts and wasn't actually too put out that I'd lost a Sunday at all.
I dedicated my day to my credit card and will pay that money earned off of it.
A productive day all in all. I can switch into being very robotic when I need to. On the whole I can 'zone out' on a whim if needed. I live my life with a poker face but that's only on the outer layer. But as I proved for the millionth time today, zoning out internally is another skill I'm proud of, and today I got paid for it.
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