Working Late (again)

Working. I want to work, that’s for sure, but I am not sure what I want to do for a living. My job is OK and pays well, but it’s hardly the most stimulating career, and what’s more, I was in the office until almost 9pm. 9pm on a Friday night. Somehow, I don’t think this is right:

  • I don’t think it’s right for me to work so many extra hours. It’s not the first night this week, by a long shot. I do get paid reasonably well, but I want to work to live, not live to work.
  • I do not think this is right for my relationship. I am so exhausted by the time I get home that all I do is eat and sleep. This is not much of a life, really.
  • I do not think this is right for my health. Lengthy hours mean stress and a desire to get home (and I am sure that leads to mistakes somewhere along the line). I need to eat (decent food) at a decent hour and not (fast food) at some late hour before I fall asleep on the sofa or crawl to bed.
  • I’m not even sure it’s right for the company that employs me. I’m sure that by putting this much pressure on me, they are not getting the best out of me.
  • And above all, it’s not right for my spirit. It depresses me to spend so long working. I know I am lucky to have a reasonably paying career, but if this is all life is, then I am not sure I want it. The career, that is; I do want the life!

But at last, the weekend! Time to re-charge.

On this day…