Dear Job That Sounded So Promising:
No, I am not working this weekend. Yes, I realize that there are 174 emails in my inbox at this moment; I did look briefly this morning. My favorite one — I peeked at it — said, “I know you are probably busy doing family things and holiday stuff, but this is important…” When I said on Friday that I was both done, and done in, I meant it. No more 10 hours a day, 7 days a week. It’s thankless.
I don’t even think you realize that I’m doing it, or worse, you expect it. I doubt I’ll even get a Christmas card from my boss let alone a gift or a holiday bonus, and there will be no boozy Christmas parties with bad holiday sweaters and frenemies seemingly like all is well for me because I’m remote. Some of us enjoy that.
And YES, we are putting up the tree and doing some shopping and wrapping and baking cookies and having breakfast with Santa, and no sweetheart, you and your problems are not more important than that. That stuff IS important. From now on, hours after 6PM on weeknights, and from 6PM Friday til 9AM Monday are mine.
The Woman Who Realizes Working from Home is Really, Really Overrated.