(Not) Working 9 to 5

I should be working right now. It's 5:40 am. I'm at home in my PJs. But I'm not working at the moment because I am a procrastinator. One would think that a habitual procrastinator would learn what that does to oneself. But we don't, do we? What is it? Do we thrive under pressure? Do we a get a thrill out of putting something off for a few more minutes? Does it remedy the perfectionist tendencies because "ooooh, I have to get this finished right now, I don't have the time to read it one more time?"

Last week was one of the busiest weeks I've had in a very long time. Instead of waking up to run in the morning, I woke up to work before I got into work. Why? Because I hate working in the evening. When I get home from work, my brain turns to mush.

But I almost feel guilty for whining about it because I know there are a great many lawyers out there who have those weeks, every week. And I'm not even a trial lawyer. I'm in house counsel at the beck and call of those trial lawyers in D.C. Last week, there was a lot of beck and call.

I am not cut out for long hours. I get very resentful and pissy. See, out of law school, I chose the lesser paid path. I chose to work for the government. One of the rewards was basically, a 40 hour work week. Of course, there are times when the work cup runneth over. Last week was one of those. And this week doesn't look much better. Except that I'm taking Friday off so we can go be trailer trash for the long weekend.

OK, really must do some work now.