Week of Zzz's and Daydreams

Okay, so last week at work was one big snooze-fest. I mean, seriously, who signs up for 8-hour meetings that could be emails? But there’s a line: dozing off is the last resort. Until my boss started droning on about quarterly reports in a room full of half-asleep colleagues. I felt like my eyes were trying to escape from my face, so I did what any sensible person does, I closed them for like two minutes tops, and it was glorious! Sure, when everyone else looked up from their screens, there was this awkward moment where they all stared at me because someone must have noticed my little nap. But here’s the thing: as soon as we got to that part of the presentation about improving work-life balance? My boss dropped some seriously contradictory advice. So who was really sleeping on the job, huh? I might get a stern warning in an email one day, but honestly, it beats being completely out of my mind with boredom.