I recently had a boss tell me that the two hours I used to spend standing on a packed train being coughed on by other commuters was "your time." I must conclude

I recently had a boss tell me that the two hours I used to spend standing on a packed train being coughed on by other commuters was "your time." I must conclude that the parent poster either has a similar worldview to that boss, or has someone who takes care of the chores for them so they have more time available for wakeboarding. The 1-3 hours that I have to spend being fucking fried and incapacitated after concluding another packed, overly-long workday are, likewise, "my time." Such a blessing.