This morning we were supposed to have a meeting at eight sharp. It took place. I wasn’t a part of it. I got here at like six after eight, which, for all intents and purposes, is eight sharp for me. That’s the one great thing about temping - quarter hour rounding. It gives you seven minutes on either side of your start and stop times, which, if used regularly and flawlessly, could conceivably provide you with an extra twenty-eight minutes of pay daily which you don’t actually have to earn. I don’t actually use this trick as often as I would like to, but if I get to work six minutes late, you best believe my time sheet still says right on time.

So, I arrived six minutes late, and, naturally, the eight sharp meeting was already in progress, because everyone else was on time. So, instead of slipping into the meeting six minutes late, which quite honestly had nothing to do with me and I had no desire to sit through anyway, I just took a pass.

I did send the supervisor an email saying that I arrived late and didn’t want to disrupt the meeting. True, this was partly to make sure he knew that I was here so that he wouldn’t hesitate to sign my time sheet later today, but I still thought it was considerate.

Remember, being a rebel does not mean that you have to be impolite.