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So all good things must come to an end
Jul. 31st, 2003 10:34 pmFor the past 2 1/2 years, I've had about the sweetest working hour arrangement I could imagine, short of working from home full time (or truly being able to make my own hours), where I got to work half my hours from home, working only 4 days a week (9-2 from home, 2:30-7 in office, Mon-Thurs). Last week, my new boss asked me to work 11-7 in the office (we were crazily short-handed this week). Originally, it was for the week, and it evolved into all the time.
I can't say that I'm surprised. In fact, I'd expected this to happen LONG before now, so I pretty well knew what was coming when he asked. And it could be worse.
But, of course, the mom guilt is kiking in because I'm not home as much. Made worse by the fact that I was getting all organized to go to the gym after work 2-3 days a week, which means I pretty well miss bedtime (that plan has been modified so now I only miss bedtime one night a week instead. This assuages the mom guilt to some small degree.) I just have to figure out a way to convince myself that Widget is JUST fine. I think it's worse because I've been so spoiled in NOT having to haul back to work for forty hours a week. And by the fact that I'm enjoying Widget's company so much more these days. I still can't imagine how moms who did go back to the full time office routine found the strength and resolve to put their kids into day care. I would have been a dead loss, I think (Or maybe not, since babyhood was so spectacularly underwhelming to me.)
In good news on the childcare front, Imagy has got a new car, and is getting her permit and license. This is great, since it means that she'll be able to take Widget out and about to story times and stuff, which I think it getting increasingly important. And, you know, they can come visit Mommy at the office too.
And today, it was confirmed thatI'm inheriting something that could be good, but is much more likely to be a project from hell. There's not much I can do about, and I mostly volunteered (and I might have been a better choice anyway, barring everyone's desire to shield me from it), but now I'm wondering just what I've gotten myself into. I feel kind of like I grabbed this furry string-like thing, follewed it to the end, just to find out that it was attached the the ass end of a tiger. Now I'm looking at the tiger, hoping he's not particularly hungry right now.
Oddly, though I've been really energized about work this week. I'm not sure if it's my new boss, who I like a great deal, the hope that he might actually be able to accomplish some changes that we desperately need to make as a company (and which may well make my job far more palatable), or just that being in the office more is already pulling me in and making me feel more involved in what's going on there. Instead of really being far on the outskirts of everything, I'm getting right back into the middle of them, and I'm enjoying that so far. We'll see how long this lasts.
I can't say that I'm surprised. In fact, I'd expected this to happen LONG before now, so I pretty well knew what was coming when he asked. And it could be worse.
But, of course, the mom guilt is kiking in because I'm not home as much. Made worse by the fact that I was getting all organized to go to the gym after work 2-3 days a week, which means I pretty well miss bedtime (that plan has been modified so now I only miss bedtime one night a week instead. This assuages the mom guilt to some small degree.) I just have to figure out a way to convince myself that Widget is JUST fine. I think it's worse because I've been so spoiled in NOT having to haul back to work for forty hours a week. And by the fact that I'm enjoying Widget's company so much more these days. I still can't imagine how moms who did go back to the full time office routine found the strength and resolve to put their kids into day care. I would have been a dead loss, I think (Or maybe not, since babyhood was so spectacularly underwhelming to me.)
In good news on the childcare front, Imagy has got a new car, and is getting her permit and license. This is great, since it means that she'll be able to take Widget out and about to story times and stuff, which I think it getting increasingly important. And, you know, they can come visit Mommy at the office too.
And today, it was confirmed thatI'm inheriting something that could be good, but is much more likely to be a project from hell. There's not much I can do about, and I mostly volunteered (and I might have been a better choice anyway, barring everyone's desire to shield me from it), but now I'm wondering just what I've gotten myself into. I feel kind of like I grabbed this furry string-like thing, follewed it to the end, just to find out that it was attached the the ass end of a tiger. Now I'm looking at the tiger, hoping he's not particularly hungry right now.
Oddly, though I've been really energized about work this week. I'm not sure if it's my new boss, who I like a great deal, the hope that he might actually be able to accomplish some changes that we desperately need to make as a company (and which may well make my job far more palatable), or just that being in the office more is already pulling me in and making me feel more involved in what's going on there. Instead of really being far on the outskirts of everything, I'm getting right back into the middle of them, and I'm enjoying that so far. We'll see how long this lasts.
