I’ll admit it, there are some things I miss about working 9 to 5: seeing some great friends every day, my salary, and – I’ll admit it – the prestige of being a magazine editor.
Know what I don’t miss?
That Sunday Evening Feeling.
Right now, it’s after midnight, and I’ve had a glass of wine and a piece of (my special homemade) Mixed Berry Pie. I’m watching King of Queens and have written notes to good friends who’ve done some nice things for me over the last week. I’ve emailed two people who’ve asked about rates for doing some PR for them, and I’ve folded my laundry.
What I haven’t done is a) cry*, b) panic, or c) spend the last six hours sighing heavily.
Losing my job may just be the best thing that’s happened to me in quite a long time.
*unless you count the sneaky tears I shed over that Hallmark commercial, when the mom slips a card in the busy dad’s jacket pocket, and he comes back in and says, “I love you too.” Brilliant.