I, er, I mean, someone I know used to steal away to the workplace's single-person locking bathroom for this very purpose.
Did you sit or lay down on the floor?
My first "real" job (IT dept. towel boy at a law firm) the firm had half a floor about 12 floors away from the offices devoted to storage. I used to sneak down there and take two+ hour naps. It ruled. Then I thought "hey, why even show up at all?" Then they fired me.
half a floor
Like in Being John Malkovich? Great space for napping.
It's hard to nap in the top half of a floor.
My officemate in my first year of grad school used to do this and I found it disturbing, a vision of the toll grad school takes on you. Now *I'm* the eighth-year student who mutters to himself and sleeps under his desk.
I'd have trouble falling asleep under my desk with officemates present. I used to put my head down on my desk to crash when I had officemates in grad school, though, and somehow that didn't embarrass me.
I'd have trouble falling asleep under my desk
At this point, I'd think you'd have trouble even getting under your desk.
I wouldn't say it was the most graceful of maneuvers.
Sadly, that hasn't been an option for years. The perils of cube-land (and now, open-office-pod-land). Although I did get my fair share of naps in when I worked exclusively from home.
Wouldn't sleeping under your desk expose you to the risk of sudden awakening thunked head syndrome (SATHS)?
I am currently enjoying the fact that the powers that be seem to have forgotten that I have no office mates, and I have two extra desks. I'm hoping they just keep forgetting about me. I keep two yoga mats under one of the extra desks along with a pillow. It's awesome nap space.
Floor, I'm embarrassed to admit
Toilet paper stuck on your shoe is embarrassing enough, but in your hair?
Until March of this year, I was at an office with two small "privacy" rooms with COUCHES. You just had to have the discipline to leave separately let your eyes adjust to the light before you sneaked out.
Floor, I'm embarrassed to admit
It's okay, either answer would have been embarrassing to admit.
I hope to god "the workplace's single-person locking bathroom" wasn't the workplace's only bathroom, or you're an evil monster.
Also, I'm confident there's not a building in the world in which I couldn't find a better place to sleep than the floor of the bathroom. I'd crawl into the goddamn ductwork before I'd lay down on the bathroom floor.
NASA is on the side of a ten- to fifteen-minute nap to restore alertness; says the improvement was greater than from ten extra minutes in the sleep shift.
It takes about that long for caffeine to really hit the brain, so drink your shot, zone out for ten, wake up more awake.
Napping makes me anxious and disoriented. But I sometimes sleep under the desk, too. Right when you're falling asleep it seems like it's going to help.
My office has a bunch of couches, including one that's in a separate empty "conference room" with a door that closes. People nap on them all the time.
Which 90s sitcom involved people sleeping under their desks?
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Is there any interest among the New Yorkers to gather to watch the returns?
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As long as there's booze and plenty of it to dull the pain.
I'm feeling kind of sick today, and somehow the aspect of it that seems worst is that I probably won't be able to get good and drunk tomorrow.
I'm thinking of watching the returns from 2012 instead.
In 2004, I was in Vegas doing campaign work. After an extremely depressing campaign party, I had by far the best gambling night of my life and won over $1000. So I suggest that you guys all go to Foxwoods together.
31: I was in Vegas doing campaign work in 2004 as well, except it was before the election and my gambling consisted of losing a single $100 chip with a picture of Celine Dion on it. The night of the election I consoled myself by 1. drinking alone and 2. thinking about the Red Sox.
This is not yet adding up to a plan, people.
2. thinking about the Red Sox.
I hope you weren't "thinking about," say, Ted Williams, because he was dead, dude.
I consoled myself by … thinking about the Red Sox
Most pathetic sexual encounter ever.
Are you allowed to "think about" people who turned out never to have existed, like Johnny Damon?
Actually the night of the election I pretty much totally failed to console myelf, and instead sat with a scratch pad adding up county-by-county numbers in Ohio until I passed out.
We need a place where we can actually watch the returns, people, alcohol, and an easily accessible smoking area for extra soothing chemical goodness.
Also, I lost the ability to close tags.
What was that bar where we watched the 2004 returns? That place was good.
When I was pregnant, I got a couch in my office for just this reason. If your office is too small, you could try a bean bag
I'm not interested in a place where we can watch alcohol.
44: much more pleasant than election returns.
If your office is too small, you could try a bean bag.
How could you see the monitor with all the little pellets?
31-32: I too was in Vegas in 2004. That was the year that really bad exit poll information was flying around. I got calls around 1 pm from two different people, one in communication with the Kerry campaign, another one at AFL-CIO HQ, both saying that GWB had been sat down by his advisers and told to pack.
I took a dinner break with my crew at an A&W in Henderson and told them that we'd won, and the only thing left to do was to heap insult upon injury and win NV to lock in a landslide.
Later, I consoled myself by giving a stupid quote to Marc Cooper (more erroneous than harmful).
I'm thinking of watching the returns from 2012 instead.
Big fan of President-Elect Romney? Your Brahmin allegiances reveal themselves.
48: What's actually going to happen is that the Supreme Court will overturn Bush v. Gore, nullifying the entirety of the Bush-43 Administration and leading to eight more years of legitimate G-dub. It's gonna be great for blogging, at least.
48: Mormons, being the true inheritors of Christianity, are huge stars among my exalted Indian caste, yes.
Much like the wafer is Jesus in spirit.
Only vaguely creepy and evil.
Not that much like Jesus, I suppose.
34: are you saying you don't like head?
We had a couch in the hall outside our lab--right next to our office--until the homeless got too good at sneaking in.
Also there are few things crappier about grad school than seeing two sunrises in a row from your shitty basement window (it looked out onto a facility access stairwell that was full of dead leaves and dead birds and dead rats).
54: Did you try putting the couch on a pole that was away from trees and houses?
Aw, I napped under my desk when I was pregnant, too. Doesn't your department have a custom of people feeling free to come into your office without even knocking, though?
38,47: That was the year that really bad exit poll information was flying around.
Yep, I came home from canvassing for a late lunch, caught those polls online and went back out for follow-ups with a renewed sense of confidence. Then back home about 8 ... . I ended up frantically refreshing Florida county results, listlessly commenting on some thread at the Great Orange Satan and having a "can you believe this fucking shit?" IM conversation with one of my kids.
Doesn't your department have a custom of people feeling free to come into your office without even knocking, though?
They do indeed. They even let themselves in with their own keys if you don't answer the knock, because we all were given master keys. I'm prepared that I may be barged in on at some point.
It even occurred that I could scare the piss out of someone by mistake if they walked in and saw my still legs on the ground, out from under my desk.
I need a nap. But I slept about 11 hours last night. I think this means I'm actually sick and can't just keep pretending it's some kind of mild seasonal allergies.