I love my job. Seriously, I’m one of those people who says I’d still work if I won the lottery. What I’d do is vary where I worked, as I’d use my newfound wealth to travel the globe, one time zone at a time, because I hate jet lag.
But, for the past couple of days, I haven’t wanted to do any work. I’m visiting the in-laws in upstate NY, but staying in an Airbnb so that I can work undisturbed and so that my children won’t disturb their grandparents. But, working undisturbed this morning meant making numerous comments on Facebook, eating a donut, thinking about eating one of my children’s donuts, drinking bubble water and being annoyed that it’s not my favorite bubble water. (Yes, I’m a water snob. Living in Europe for 8 years will do that to you.)
To keep reading, click here: What Happens When I Don’t Want to Work.
Sorry, it’s not inspirational.