It’s been an odd week this time around. The gentle and persistent clicking of the work/life balance ratchet turning a little too far. I’m not complaining, more noticing that I seem to be working longer than I probably should. Again, I don’t say this as a ooo, aren’t I a good employee, but more about noticing how easy it is to slip into the habit of I’ll just get this done… and then it’s closer to 6.30pm than it should be.
I think I’ll need to keep an eye on this. Not just for the sake of my own wellbeing, but Mrs J’s too. There’s also a risk that should I be encouraged back into the office, that productivity wise, I’m probably going to lose around two hours a day due to travel and child care. That time will impact the ‘doing of stuff’ which I think is why I’m employed. It’s certainly not for my charming personality and good looks 😁
That leads me to the sightly odd place of doing the school run. Odd in that traditionally, it’s female colleagues who’d need to pop off at 2.30pm, start later, or go part time to cover such work. Again, it’s been a learning curve for me since the Ever Lovely Mrs J became poorly and I’m doing the afternoon slot. It’s a peek into the world of what that does to your working day and how many folk seem to assume everyone is available between 8.30am and 5pm each day. Ah, to be of the age – the Sandwich Years, as Mrs J put it – where you have childcare, caring, and parental care duties. All of that and a look into a world that most blokes don’t seem to visit.
With having been burning the proverbial midnight oil, I wasn’t quite in the mood to pack everything up, get prepped, and schlep my way across Nottingham to Chams….. But, I thought about it and realised that if I didn’t, I’d miss catching up with friends. It was that that got me moving and up & out. I did make a bit of a mess with my concealer (a genetic gift of undeadesq under eye shadows), but hopefully it didn’t show. Conversation at the group was varied, brisk, serious, and funny, so time got away with us a little. Luckily there was just enough time for a photo (thanks Val) and to get locked up.
Oh, talking of friends, for some reason Blogger is not letting me log in via my phone, even though other Google services seem okay. So, for anyone who’s not getting my usual prattle in the comments; I’m sorry, I’m not ignoring your blog, and hopefully it’ll get fixed soon.