I brought some work home this weekend. No, let me correct that. Work was SHOVED upon me as I was leaving the office on Friday, and just where I put it on Friday night, is just where you can find it on Monday morning. My long weekend is not about work. I always tell people, I would come in early or leave late but I will not take work out of the office with me. If this means I will never be the black, female Donald Trump then okay. One has to draw the line somewhere. Home is my place away from work and I refuse to bring work into my sanctuary or else I will have nothing.
I feel a little bit blah this morning cause I am a bit lonely, needy and just want some companionship. It would have been nice to take a drive somewhere today, take in a movie or get some lunch or something. Or rent a DVD and snuggle on the couch, either with me crying or laughing - I am an emotional movie watcher. Or cooking together - some spicy little dish, with a nice apple crumble for dessert cause I have some apples I need to use. Or just share the bed reading or sleeping.
Instead I have a 100-page report and a pen. I better open the bottle of white and console myself with the fact that I work so I can buy wine and numb the loneliness with copious amounts of it.
That sucks! That job has some high expectations about hours each week. You should ignore the report, contact a friend and head out for the day instead. Take your wine and drink it on the beach perhaps? Get out of the house.
ReplyDeleteI used to do lots of stuff at home, especially when my home computer was better then the office one. But I'm trying to stop doing that... like you said, home time is home time!
ReplyDeleteI hope my next job doesn't require homework (and I hope yours didn't take too long!)
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't want to be the next Trump - think of the hair!
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