The good, the bad and the ugly

I know I whinge on about the hours I work. But that's really just me whingeing. I'm not working myself to death...yet. It was far worse when I first started working in September 1999. I used to really work some silly hours. I'm glad that's not the case anymore - the bear markets mean I get to work less and have more time outside work. I even start thinking that I work a lot when compared to what I used to do I'm not really even anywhere near fatal hours. Look at this blog, for example.

I've even designated this week as a lazy week. Unless something dramatic happens on the deals I am working on, I plan to chill a little. This means getting into work at the hour that people usually get into work - an hour later than my usual time. It means going to a yoga class after work. It means sending email replies back to all my friends I didn't respond to when I was in orbit around Seoul. It also means I get to sleep more, even if there are thunderstorms ahead, because I will be in bed early.

The ugly side to this of course, is that thing about being made redundant. I wonder what I'd do if I was told to get lost at work. I have secret back-up plans. I fantasise about doing different things, living in different places. Maybe I should change my name? Dye my hair?

But I guess for now the fantasy will live on as a fantasy. I've just received an email where a colleague who is going away on holiday has kindly volunteered me as the main contact in his place.