I have caught on to a tradition in my office, since starting there over 3 months ago:
Every Friday afternoon, an “It’s almost the weekend!” email goes out to about 20 people in our department, to help motivate everyone through those last couple of hours. Typically, it’s something like a funny Internet meme or an office-themed comic strip.
Well, last Friday, it was… me.
It was a picture taken of me as I was returning from my lunch break.
Apparently I feel comfortable enough working there now that I have begun wearing Hawaiian shirts on Fridays; not because that’s an official thing we do in our office, but simply because I feel like wearing Jimmy Buffett style clothing when it’s that close to the weekend.
Hey, if it were up to me, I’d be wearing a Hawaiian shirt to work every day!
I’m not sure my wife would approve though; even if my co-workers encouraged such Dave Coulier behavior.
And this is actually something I’ve been thinking about, as one of my co-workers recently commented, “Nick, I wonder what your wife must be like? Is she normal? How does she handle being married to you?
My immediate response to her: “And don’t forget… I have two kids, as well! Imagine me being in charge of two young human beings!”
When you spend 40 hours a week working next to the same people 5 days a week, it can be easy to assume that version of them is the default. And to some degree, the “work version” of me does bleed over to the “family version” that my wife and kids know.
In both cases, I believe in being structured and focused, yet optimistic and creative.
But I bet it’s difficult for my co-workers to imagine I am married and have kids.
I think to some degree, even I’m confused:
How do I consistently co-exist on a daily basis, as different versions of myself?
The daytime version at my office versus the evening version with my family.
I wonder now, in reality, if there’s even much of a difference?