I’ve had a lovely weekend, the right balance of family and friends, a curry and a few beers with friends on Friday, a day with family yesterday. my kids for dinner this afternoon.
Who needs to be heading south at this time on a Sunday to start work at 9am on Monday?
I resent that flying down to London for work on a Sunday evening significantly eats into my personal time.
It’s one thing working for a living but I think that work should be kept in perspective and ones real life is always much more important.
The flight is full, no seats left and unusually for Easyjet, I’ve been allocated a seat number .. Or has that been happening for a while and I didn’t notice
Having a look around the passengers, most are travelling for business, commuting on the Sunday evening to avoid the Monday morning madness of the red-eye flight and then rushing across the city trying to get into the office at a reasonable time.
Nah .. Fuck that!!
It’s just not worth the hassle.
But sitting here onboard a flight at 7pm on a Sunday evening, away from family and the thought of living out of a suitcase for the week, it dawns on me that this isn’t worth it either.
That’s the problem.
But never leave a situation with a problem, always consider the options and the solution.
Option 1 – Maintain the status quo, carry on regardless.
Option 2 – Go back to working in Edinburgh and travelling 3 to 4 hours per day.
Option 3 – Take a job in Glasgow even if it’s not ideal, but be thankful with a commute of only an hour per day.
There’s only one winner!
Real life is always much more important than work.
The quote above from the Dalia Lama shows he had it sussed!