Average Jane Works Harder

Wow, what a busy Monday I had! It’s funny how deadlines just launch themselves out of the underbrush and bite you on the butt sometimes. I got to work just after 8:30 a.m., didn’t go to lunch, and still couldn’t make it back out the door until after 6:15 p.m. (and I didn’t even take my usual afternoon Starbucks break).

I’ve been trying really hard to pare down my extracurricular activities now that my job is kicking into high gear. I’ve removed myself from two club newsletter committees and more or less resigned from one club’s board of directors. Of course, I’ve countered by joining a band that practices three times a week, so it’s all pretty much a wash.

I don’t know what I think I would do if I really managed to free up my schedule. Work for my dad more? He certainly has enough work to keep me endlessly busy. Read? I’m already making it through a couple of books a week on average. Keep up with housework? Ha! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Watch TV? Maybe, but I’m reluctant to jump back into that time-sucker and, besides, I have a TiVo that lets me watch whenever it’s convenient anyway.

My conclusion is that having more time is like having more money: you always think of a way to spend it.