‘Tis the second week of February and I’m still trying to get to grips with the fact that it’s already Feb! Watch, tomorrow I will wake up and it’ll probably be June already. There’s just too much to do & see, and not enough time to cover all such bases. I was at a friend’s place when I saw some self-help typish book sitting on the coffee table about Work Life Balance. My first reaction was to scoff at it; I’m very sceptical about any self-help* books written by supposed “experts”. Thing is though, it made me wonder how this work life balance can be achieved?
I hate it, hate it, hate it when work so much as sticks a toe into my after-work life; calls from managers and colleagues after the hour of 6pm and before the hour of 8am are never welcome. Sadly this has happened way too many times to mention this year alone. I suppose all one can do is grin and bear it :-)
So here are two questions I would like to put forward to all of you reading this:
1) Name one time work overstepped the line in your life (and no, the response “all the time” will not suffice here); and,
2) If you had a choice between a 25% pay cut due to only working an 8hr, 4-day working week and a 10-12 hour, 5 day working week with no pay-cut…which one would you choose?
Humour me :-)
Howz about a Little Privacy: Was in the pharmacy yesterday and I don’t know what it is about pharmacists, maybe they’ve just gotten desensitised to the nature of their jobs over the years, they just aren’t big on discretion.
Whilst waiting in line for some meds I couldn’t help but hear the conversation 2 whole queues away happening between pharmacist and a sheepish looking couple. The pharmacist was literally yelling out the dangers of using emergency contraception more than once a year (really, I’m guessing a lot of people never got that memo!) for all the world to hear.
It’s mortifying enough to have a hiccup in the sack, its even more mortifying to haul you’re a*s into the pharmacy to get something to sort it out…but to have your business literally broadcasted to absolute strangers, come on now!
The sheepish couple left looking more sheepish than ever and I assumed that peace had once again been restored to the drug store, only to hear the pharmacist to my left bellow to an uncomfortable looking man, “So when did the burning sensation start occurring?”
Happy working chickens, may the day bring you coffee, pay-rises and extensions on all your looming deadlines :-)