I brought home work this weekend, thinking that I’d have time to do it. Boy, was I wrong. Between taking care of my mother and the family drama that dominated my day yesterday, I got absolutely nothing done.
I’m seeing this more and more. There’s an inherent inability to concentrate at home that’s affecting my off-work worktime. What does that mean? That I haven’t been able to stretch my 50-60 hour office time into longer weeks because I can’t seem to finish the work I bring home.
This morning I have a 10:30 a.m. meeting that requires a report that I haven’t finished. Or rather, that I haven’t finished editing. So I’m going to rush to work this morning to work on it, and then let meetings consume my day.
The really unfortunate thing is that I can’t go to work early. Since I do carpool for Linda’s kids, I’m stuck by the school schedule. That means I can go in to work until after they’ve been dropped off at school.
Oh well. I’ve made it work before.
