This. Not just for the message itself, but because I’ve been waiting my whole life to arrive home at 6 p.m. and not, say, 10 like tonight.
That’s the first goal. Then we can work on the “someone fabulous to come home to” part. Assuming I ever get out early enough to meet that person.
Does EVERY night have to be a late one?
I have been shoving duties off my plate left and right. Problem is, they boomerang right on back, in one way or another.
Meanwhile I keep remembering OTHER things I have to do.
And now a three-hour meeting at the worst possible time when I was hoping to knock out some of those bonus urgent projects.
You know, in addition to the mornings and nights when I’m sitting around by myself.
Feels like I just can’t ever catch up.
More than a decade ago, I started a job after being not-employed for many months. I was far from being back on my feet financially. That would take hears.
However, in those early days, there was a group lunch for somebody’s baby shower or who knows whatever it was.
I was broke and barely able to afford the cheapest thing on the menu. I drank water and didn’t eat the appetizers or grab a wine glass, just so I wouldn’t have to share in the cost.
At the end of the meal, the head boss decided to split the bill evenly among all 20 people. My $10 meal became $30.
I didn’t have dinner that night. or the next.
My boss at the time looked at me and said, “You should have eaten the appetizers.”
I think of that story often when I get invited places. Now in the age of debit and credit cards, most servers know to give people separate bills.
I thought of that as I said no to an invitation recently. Where I knew I didn’t even have to pay. I just had no appetite for pretending I was in a good mood and that everything was OK.
The thing is, even when someone else is paying, I still eat cheap. I shoot poison arrows at someone like the kid who will order not only the most expensive thing on the menu, but two of them.
I think he follows the idea to just eat the damn appetizers already. You pay for it one way or another.
So I really am just depriving myself, I guess, when I say no to the appetizers … or to a meal I want instead of just a cheap one … or to the meal itself.
I don’t know. I like to think I’m doing the right thing all the time. By by whom am I doing right? Because if it isn’t me, then who?