I work for a company that was in start up mode, and I was working punishing hours. Insert an incidence of genuine burn out and a long talk with the CEO, and I have emerged from the other side happy, healthy, and with explicit instructions from the CEO not to work more that 40 hours a week. We’re expanding and have just hired a bunch of people, and everyone is adjusting to working like normal people, seeing daylight, etc-- even our incredibly overworked IT staff has stopped having to take turns sleeping in the office.
One woman, however, has not gotten the memo. Lets call her Dragon Lady (I did have a previous thread about her). She beats everyone in in the morning, is the last one out at night, and at least once a month our alarm company calls me because she’d in the building on saturday and can’t freakin’ input the code properly.
The the week before last we have this conversation (Background: CEO’s flight was delayed due to weather, and it was obvious he’d miss his connection in O’Hare. I wanted to just go ahead and book the hotel in Chicago, and he could call and cancel it if some kind of air miracle happened and he landed on time):
Dragon Lady: It would be better if you monitor the status of both flights and make the hotel reservation when he lands.
Me: I would, but I’m going to see Van Helsing tonight.
DL: So you won’t be able to just check up on the flights?
Me: No, not from the theater. And I bought the tickets already.
DL: Oh. (Pause) You seem to have a lot going on in your life.
Me: What?
DL: Oh, I just always notice that you’re very busy in your off time. Me, I just work and go home, that’s about it. But you. . .you’re always doing something on the weekend. Like on Friday nights you’ve always got somewhere to be, when stuff like this comes up. (Her voice tone was more accusatory than conversational)
At first I was pissed-- after all, I let this job and its lunatic, unpredictable hours tank not one, but the last TWO relationships I tried to have. I’m 25 and single, why wouldn’t you expect me to have friday night plans? (Even if it was just to ogle at Hugh Jackman with my best friend- what business is it of hers?)
Then, when I thought about it, I just felt pity for her. It’s not that she has too much work, it’s like she can’t think of anywhere else to be but work.