Convince your boss to have me come in as a lunchtime corporate "yoga" teacher. I will put you all into a 45-minute savasana, give you head-rubs during, and cookies and tea afterwards. Sure, I'd probably bill them quite a bit to come out to Queens, but they could write it off.
Okay, apparently you have a filter, because I didn't even realize that you had a job that required a nap on the fuzzy sheepskin rug and an oration of, "Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You?" Am unsurprised, yet sad.
Heh, I have a job I'm trying not to write much about because I'm pretty sure I could get fired for doing so. Which isn't difficult because I have next to nada to do right now.
Wanting naptime has nothing to do with this specific job -- I've wanted for years to bring it back.
I'm usually more productive after lunchtime, but yesterday was unusual. And then I started thinking that being a reader for other people's story hours, traveling from office to office, might be kind of fun for a while.
A couple of weeks back, eating lunch at my desk, I found my eyes drifting closed-wards after finishing my sandwich. As my boss was out of the office for a few days I finally made a decision to nap through the remaining 20 minutes or so of my lunch hour. It felt very naughty but I felt amazing afterwards. I recommend!
At a previous job, there were a number of unused offices where I used to lock myself in, lay down on the floor and sleep through my lunch break. Alas, the current gig has no such excess space.
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Wanting naptime has nothing to do with this specific job -- I've wanted for years to bring it back.
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