Oof, this has been so easy all week, but Friday afternoon hits at work + uber-stress over the amount of work I have to do + exhausted from the work week = I would normally go buy a bottle of wine and quit working for the day. Of course, that would do nothing to reduce my stress, only provide a place to hide.
I work at a university. They say academics are particularly prone to substance-abuse problems. Partly it’s the I-want-tenure-stress. I think also it’s because we spend a lot of time alone with very little supervision…no one knows or cares if I’m working/productive on a given day. Oh they will when I come up for review next Fall but academic productivity is so hard to measure that it’s possible to spend half your time hiding behind wine with no one the wiser.
Anyways, a compromise: going home to put on a pair of sweatpants, crack open a bottle of sparkling water, and wrap up some work while hanging out with my puppies. See, no wine required.
Oof. Are we there yet?