I am still a little bit in shock about the response to Hurricane Sandy. Those of us who live in Brooklyn but who work in Manhattan are gently being prodded to return to the office, despite these nightmarish conditions (horrible traffic, no trains, limited bus service). I was trying to think about ways I could get into Manhattan tomorrow (the G to the 7? Walk across the Brooklyn Bridge to the 6? Walk across the Brooklyn Bridge to the bus? Share a cab to Midtown?). My teeth started to hurt from all the grinding.
And I realized that my self-imposed exile from obsessively putting my job ahead of my own sanity was informing this desire to get into Manhattan.
I honestly feel that the most responsible thing I can do is to stay out of everyone’s way for the next few days. Nobody will be hurt or get in trouble if these donations are processed a few days late, or if a meeting is rescheduled. So much of this work happens electronically anyway, just through email. Why am I getting all worked up?
Clearly, I am stir crazy, and feeling a little helpless. I would like for things to get back to normal. But this isn’t a normal circumstance. This is a 100 year storm that has devastated the NYC area. It’s time to just sit back, take a deep breath, and be grateful that I can walk to the store for some rice later.
Everything else will keep.
(I am starting to wonder if this is the ultimate example of work-life balance/out of balance, or if I am just intensely and unforgivable lazy.Votes?)