It’s funny what a big difference two hours can make. Just 120 minutes if you want to think of it that way, but whatever the case it’s not much time at all in the grand scheme of things. Except when it comes to working at the Major Home Improvement Retailer, that is. On Saturday, I had a five-hour workday, 9:30 to 2:30. After the first half-hour or so it got really busy, for a while I was running around pretty much nonstop, but quitting time rolled around almost before I knew it. Once I clocked out it really didn’t seem like I had done much. It was, in short, a very quick five hours. One advantage of the early quitting time is that I had ample time to get various errands done over the rest of the day.
Sunday’s workday at the MHIR was longer, seven hours long to be precise (11 to 6:30 with a 30-minute lunch break). Just two hours longer than Saturday’s quick and easy day. It seemed much, much longer, however. I don’t know why, it was a busy day but so was Saturday. Around the middle of the afternoon I got into the habit of repeatedly checking the time, and being dismayed at how slowly it was moving. In that the Theory of Relativity wasn’t in play I can only assume that the slow passage of time was a matter of perception vs. reality.