The Bearable Burden of Working

These last two weeks have been a blur of long hours and lots of work, work, work.

Although I've gotten both weekends off, I can't seem to make it home on the weekdays until about 8pm on average.

Last Thursday I didn't get home until 2am!

And as I was blearily making my way out of the building, the partner called after me, "Make sure you check your Blackberry during the night and we might call you on your cell phone!"

I am officially pwnd.


And you know what? It's totally ok with me.

For now.

I kind of like checking my "self" at the door and not having to think about how to fill my free time. Free time is kind of a headache anyway. Too much of it and I always get to a point where I start navel gazing and asking myself:

"Where is my life going? What am I doing with myself? Maybe I should up and join a travelling music group? What are my dreams (a la Oprah)? Am I fulfilled? Should I even care about that?"

There's nothing like a butt-load of due diligence and contract proofing to push all those nagging thoughts and insecurities right out my mind!

And ironically, I still find the time to surf JCrew online and continue to amass a kickass wardrobe!