My job has grown. Last week I ended up working 80% (although two days were pure pleasure in Barcelona) and this week it crept up to 90%.There is so much to do I could be at the office 24/7. Which isn’t a good thing really.
Today I woke up having slept badly (teenagers coming in at 3am and cooking sausage rolls at 4am, husband snoring for Switzerland) and I can honestly say that I felt about 90. Sore neck, headachy, no energy. I’m not sick, I think I’m just bone tired.
I’ve finally been able to get out into the garden this morning and do a bit of tidying up – gardening is always my thinking and putting the world to rights time. And then it came to me.
I don’t want to work 80 or 90%. Ideally I’d like to work 50% and still have time to sit and smell the flowers, sew and drink coffee with my friends. More than that and work starts to take over and although I’m actually loving my job, I realize that it’s also the sort of job (and I’m the sort of person) where it will grow and grow until I pull the plug. I’m starting to think that the plug pulling really needs to happen sooner rather than later.
My predecessor worked full time and I’m basically trying to do a full-time job and sort out a big mess in 6o% of the time. Even though I’m wonder woman, I’m beginning to think that this may just be a bit of a stretch. (I know….I know….duh!)
So next week I will be home on Wednesday and Friday. I will be here, blogging and sewing and doing nice things. I will not be being an accountant. I will stop this nonsense before it gets out of hand!
See you soon – tomorrow probably!