I usually work on Black Friday. It’s a trade-off I make so that I can take off the week between Christmas and New Year’s without looking like a holiday hog.
This year, I still will be working on Black Friday. I need to install OS X Yosemite on a computer stored in a closet at my parents’ house, so I can do some testing on it. But this form of working feels completely different.
I’m doing this voluntarily, because it works with my schedule. I have no desire to shop, because I am missing that gene and instead have the gene that commands me to wander around the world with three bags of stuff. So I’d rather be working while my family is at the mall.
I admit I enjoyed the empty-office feeling on Black Friday in past years. I felt productive in that space, surrounded by silence and equipment designed for ten times as many people.
But I enjoy the feeling of being near family more. It’s a nice change, and I value the time I’ll spend at breakfast with them this morning, sipping tea and feeling no urgency to rush back to New York City and occupy an office-building for the sake of occupying it.
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays, with no agenda other than food, family and friends. To extend it beyond a single day is a gift, and I’m grateful for it this year.