Maybe it’s just because vacations are few and far between – but I feel like work is like a pet goldfish (or a python on the loose in Florida), it simply grows to fit its surroundings. So, every time you give it a bigger habitat, it grows. My work is a bunny and it’s going to just keep making more work until I go all Bob Barker on it (kids, ask your parents).
So, I’ve got to learn to keep it in check. My workload already consumes 99% of my mental activity and a huge chunk of my time, both in and out of the office. I have created this wild ravinous beast, I am going to get it undercontrol.
For example, mandatory Happy Hours.
Good starting place right? I thought so.
And on to the cocktail.