I never really
bitch write that much about my office, but I figured I owed this post to my friend Dave who is developing a seminar on work-life balance.
He’s pretty sorted in the head, you know what I mean? He writes about all the things I think about and questions – he seems to have all the answers. On numerous occasions I’ve found myself wondering why the Mister behaves the way he does, and then I wake up to a post by Dave that provides the answer. Yeah, it’s kinda spooky when I put it like that, but he’s pretty awesome. Do check him out.
And yes, I could be praising him so much coz he says nice things about me, but you’ll never know. Unless you go now. Trust me, you’ll learn more by heading on over there than reading this post anyway.
Still here? What the heck!
I’m someone who likes to maintain work-life balance. I work really hard until 8 o’clock in the evening. Then I spend time with the Mister and his mom. We eat dinner together. Sometimes we watch a movie,
but mostly sometimes we go out dancing after mom is in bed.
And then at 10 am, I’m back at work.
Weekends are for other people. My family, our common friends, sometimes the exes, his daughter. Every quarter, we try to take a couple of days off and head out to the hills.
My life is sorted.
Except I’m the only one in office with a life like this. Everyone else is spending more hours at work. They seem to think I don’t work hard enough. That reflects, sometimes, in my appraisals. People don’t think I love my job enough to want to stay back. I’m told I’m not involved enough.
And that, Dave, is the other side of the coin.