Yesterday I took the day off. I had a scratchy throat and an ear ache, no not Swine Flu. I used the time to get some writing done and managed to submit a short-story. While writing, I made the mistake of keeping one of the computers logged into the office, not a good idea.
I know I shouldn't have felt guilty for being off but I did. And what didn't help were people sending emails, "I know you're sick but we have a tight deadline...Are you calling into the meeting?" Not what I needed to hear. Finally, I shut it off.
I get so down about work sometimes. I feel like there's just no end in sight. It's constant. I can't even take time off and when I do: 1) I feel guilty and 2) the work just continues to pile up.
I like my work. There are elements of creativity; I feel good about the detailed analyses and making improvements. Yet I need focused time in order to do them well. At my desk, there are way too many distractions. I find the only time I get things done is in a conference room -- probably why I have so many meetings. Maybe I'll schedule time with myself, lock myself away.
I like being good at what I do - we all do - but when there's so much to do it's hard to be good at any thing. And quite honestly, I'm tired of working 50-60 hours a week just to do a fair job.
Next week, I'll be going to Disney World. Yeah! That will be a welcome respite. Then off to see my Mom for Thanksgiving.