I have to learn to write more journal entries when life is full, rather than less. I had hoped I wouldn’t be so busy now… but therein lies my story.
The semester is over, after some long days of grading (I need to start asking less of my students!). Lest I catch up on sleep, I got a swell research position in the robotics lab at Olin for the summer. I go there four day a week, and arriving by 10:00 means leaving Cambridge shortly after 8. I leave Olin at 5 and return to Cambridge around 6:30. That’s 28 hours a week of work, and not nearly enough for me to feel good about what I’m giving to the lab.
But according to Claudia, that’s already 42 hours per week, and she’s not pleased. Claudia needs people, and as long as I’m her boyfriend, that’s supposed to mean that she can get me. She accepted it during the school year, but it’s the summer now, and she thought that things would change.
I explained to her: Yes– I’m a work-a-holic! I enjoy working! Sure, I enjoy smelling roses too; I think I have an hour on Tuesday for that.
I started the conversation that ballooned into this to ask if there was a way that I could get more than 5 hours of sleep a night (I got to sleep when Claudia does, and get up four hours before her). Ultimately we decided that there wasn’t.