This week, my sister had a baby, my family was kicked out of our apartment so the landlord could deal with our flooded bedrooms/moldy walls, and I discovered I’m plum out of vacation/sick/personal days at work because I stupidly took a two week vacation before all this cray-cray started.
This is not an issue of work-life balance or work-life fit. I’m not sitting here contemplating how to finagle a 3.2 mile run into my packed schedule. Or how to grab a drink with some girlfriends. Or when to make a much-needed hair appointment to conceal the gray manifestation of all my stress.