This is disturbing - unlike other jobs, where I'm often watching the clock in anticipation of going home, I find myself getting panicky as the day goes by here at the Circ Desk. Now this isn't because I don't want to be home. Not at all. But these long hours over the weekend are a extremely valuable commodity to me. I can read, I can write, I can waste time on the internet (Stickfight, anyone?), I can blog. All of these things which nowadays if I did at home would take me away from time with my wife and my daughter; whereas my Saturdays and Sundays are now captive time, where I have no choice but to make use of it. It's a weird feeling, though, to want the workday not to fly on by, one I'm still getting used to.