How is it Monday already? I swear it’s like someone fast-forwards through the weekends around here. Sometimes I think maybe if I stop being go-go-go ll the time, and just relax on the weekends, they’ll go by slower, but that’s not true either.
Saturday I had two soccer games and I met some friends from my old work for dessertiness afterward. Suddenly it was 2pm, and I thought, “Where has today gone?” By the time I got home, fed the cats, showered and took a little nap, it was 4 and time to start thinking about what to make myself for dinner.
After dinner, I made delicious homemade Oreos. You can find the recipe here. FYI: You can use regular dark chocolate Hershey’s cocoa.
When Sean finally made it home on Sunday, we went to the theater down the road to watch Brave. We were the only adults in the stadium… except for the weird man by himself who sat right. next. to. me. Of course…
The movie was SO good. Of course it was a little kid film, so they kept the storyline brief and the action and comedy up, but I’ve got to say, I may have shed a few tears toward the end. There’s nothing like a bond between a mom and daughter. That’s all I’ve got to say about that. Sean even admitted to being close to tears in the final scenes. Family is number one, youse guys. Remember that.
Which makes the think of the fact that I’m about to go spend 10+ hours of my life at a desk with people who are not my family. That’s right. I’m still stuck on that. When people ask my about my new job, I say it’s great except for the ridiculous work hours. I’ve spoken with a bunch of people in the break room and around the office, and when they talk about this job, they talk about how much time they’re giving up with their families. It’s the one constant. I think that’s a problem, but I honestly don’t know how to address it.
I heard this piece on the radio this past week about how people judge who is “most dedicated” and “most loyal” and the “hardest working” by who stays at work the longest. Well, that’s just not true. I don’t believe it, anyway. Sure money’s important, but it’s not the end-all be-all. Family is what’s left after all the money’s gone.
And of course your boss is going to say, “You’re such a hard-working employee, staying an extra 10 hours a week!” because he/she is getting free labor out of you. Why not encourage you for it?
I know this blog has gotten serious pretty quickly. You’re thinking, “Wait! I was just here for the weekend recap and Oreo recipe.” Sorry, but this has been weighing on my mind a lot lately. I don’t want people to think it’s a “generation Y” thing, or whatever I am. I honestly think I get a lot done in the amount of time I spend at work. But even I can see that my work suffers when my brain starts to think less about writing and more about going home and the time I could be spending exercising, talking to Sean, making dinner with him instead of him always making it for me, etc.
There’s got to be some sort of balance! But how do you address it in a workplace culture that emphasizes overwork and high achievement?
And who have I become that I no longer value long hours and super recognition? Am I the same me? Or have my priorities just shifted?
I mean, I’m honestly sitting at my computer tearing up about this. It’s ridiculous. Maybe it’s because I’m just tired and didn’t fit in a run this morning, so I have energy and emotion to burn off. I just don’t know how I’m going to get through today without completely blowing up on someone or crying my face off.
Get it together, Carolyn!