Ok, so I got the dream job, the one that lets me work flexitime from home, pays satisfactorily, is challenging and stimulating (in a manner of speaking) and ideal in every way. So now my life is perfect, right?
To keep pace with my work, I have to work late many nights. Last Sunday I put in several hours in the afternoon, evening, and night. Even when I’m not actually working I’m getting calls on my mobile phone. I don’t have time for any of my other interests, and only a little time, about 4 hours, for the kids. And none at all for Amit.
And I’m tired all the time. Last week I was so tired, I skipped tennis one day. Today, I just didn’t hear the alarm on my mobile phone and it must have been ringing for one minute every five minutes for a whole 45 minutes before I woke up feeling disgusted.
On the other hand, this job has many plus points, apart from the income. I’ve lost that ‘what am I doing with my life’ feeling and regained a sense of confidence in my professional skills and the ability to earn money. I have a place to call office, and I go there about once a week. I meet a lot of people, many of them electronically, some telephonically, a few face to face. I have something to think about and talk about other than the kids – in fact I seem to talk about work more than about the kids and I think of it all the time, I’m practically obsessed with it, I even dream about it.
So, is it a good thing or a bad thing to be back at work? That’s a question I haven’t made up my mind about yet, but what I can say is that, though it lines the pockets nicely, it is also, literally, a pain in the neck.