The Clock and Me

I just got home from a 12 and 1/2 hour day at work. I hardly looked at the clock. I only looked to see if I had enough time to do such-and-such before this bell or that bell. Very different from my old way of looking at the clock (at my old law job.) I used to look at the clock, which always moved painfully slowly towards my lunch break or the end of the day, with sadness and frustration. The clock and I are much better friends these days. Except maybe during sixth period. Even then, we're working things out. Now the clock is telling me to go to bed. The geckos agree. Bedtime.