10 reasons why working is not fun

OK, don’t get me wrong, I am really thankful for having a job. A few weeks ago, I was at the stage of unemployment when I was freaking out about how to pay my bills, mortgage, etc…I mean I didn’t really want to look at my new lovely husband and ask him to cover me a few grand;-) Plus, it was getting hard not to go shopping or get a manicure.

But, nonetheless, working is really tough. Here’s what been hardest so far, in no particular order:

10. Free time flies by. I barely have time to cook, eat, and watch one show, before I’m freaking out that I have to get up in less than eight hours.

9. Never getting eight hours of sleep.

8. Having no time for gossip girl marathons.

7. Being forced to eat bad lunch everyday, from the same small collection of bad lunch places.

6. Always having a fake smile on my face, cause I don’t have friends at work yet.

5. Not having time to call my NY friends and family when I am home, or meet my DC friends cause of the aforementioned cook, eat, one tv show, panicked rush to bed dilemma.

4. No time to blog, twitter, etc.

3. Leaving Artie in the crate all day.

2. No time for Oprah.

1. Having to look nice all the time.

Love of Sleeping

Last night I had way too much fun at Circa in Dupont Circle. Those drinks are so good! Raspberry martinis, and mojitos…they taste like candy, not alcohol. Problem is that I have a hard enough time getting out of bed when I have eight hours of sleep on a normal night — getting up after drinks, on a snowy day, is not going to happen.

(Obviously doesn’t matter this week, since Friday is my last day, but in general it’s a problem;-)

Anyway, this morning’s struggle reminded me a fabulous article I read in this month’s Real Simple magazine about the need for sleep. It was as if Julie Rottenberg was writing about me (and my sister) in the article. She defends the need for sleep, and I may love her for it!

Here is an excerpt.

Over the years, my sleeping habits never changed, but my awareness of a stigma deepened, and I’m ashamed to admit I started lying to cover it up…But I soon realized that by covering up my penchant for sleeping late, I was perpetuating the prejudice my people have had to endure for centuries. So these days when someone calls and wakes me up from a deep sleep, I don’t feign a wide-awake “Hello?” I’ve never understood that. Why should the person who has been awakened – victimized, really – assume responsibility?

If you don’t have the magazine, it’s a must buy — it’s the one out now with mac & cheese on the cover. The fact that you can’t find it online is another post altogether, and you can read more about it on Long Story Short!

I am having many an internal battle about what to do next week when I am home. Enjoy the time to sleep and relax, or power through and wake up at a normal hour. My fear is that I won’t get back on a schedule if I give myself a few days to sleep in – it’s just too tempting!

Either way, I’m sure I’ll be back at Circa trying the other martini flavors!