Sunday, November 17, 2013
I miss my husband, because my husband's work, school, and recruiting is keeping him on the road all the time. He's only clocking approximately 36 to 48 hours a week in Dallas. My life is much less enjoyable without my husband around. But nobody wants to read about how hard my life is, right?
Poor little me. My husband is working on an Ivy League MBA and everyone wants to interview him for a job because he's very much a supernatural individual, which means I don't see him enough. Again, poor me.
And I've reached my work limit because my assignment is long and tedious. I've had more career success in the last 18-months than in my previous 9 years combined, but it's wearing me out because I'm driven. I am motivated by delivering results to my clients, but that isn't always easy! Last week I was in a funk.
My husband and I had a really nice weekend together, and I told my client that I am not (and my team is not) working any more than 40 hours each week for the rest of the year.
*Can you blame me for wanting to hang out in my bed? My mother and father sent us the bedding and it's soft and bright and beautiful.