Someone to watch over me….

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Someone to watch over me….

I am busy.  My list of things to do is constantly growing.  Part of this is my fault because I’m just the type of person who likes to do EVERYTHING. Shit just pops in my head and I decide I have to do it.  That’s pretty much how I decided to be a professor.  But when you have enough of these bright ideas, your time whittles away like it had a gastric bypass. My ambition thinks there are more hours in the day then there actually are.  I feel like I am in a constant state of needing to catch up on things. This cannot be healthy.  This is why I decided to take a semester off from teaching. I was on ‘E’.

So, as I lay in bed last night I started thinking – I should get a personal assistant.  How great would it be to have someone who could run to the grocery store, input students grades, manage my schedule, pay the water bill, return those shoes I didn’t like, and hang up those damn clothes that seem to take so long to make it from the dryer to the closet? I could have time for all the things I WANT to do while someone else handles all the things I HAVE to do. I could blog more. I could work out more. I could write poetry.  Do financial planning seminars. I could start my own web series. I could watch sitcoms on Hulu. Oh, the possibilities!

I got excited and started to make a list of all the things I might want this personal assistant to do. As I looked at this growing list, something became clear:  this is why my coworkers have wives!

I want a wife too! I want a home-cooked meal even when I have a conference call that ends at 8pm. I want someone to remember to schedule my dentist appointment.  Now, if you know me, you know I am not archaic or very traditional in my thinking. But seriously, male executives owe a great amount of their success to the people they have at home running the household.  But a single chick like myself has a lot to juggle all alone on the corporate ladder. I have to bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan, fix the leaky faucet, and still have time to look good. TISNF.

So how do I get one without going lez?  I have a spare bedroom after all……..

By | 2011-07-23T01:19:09+00:00 April 10th, 2010|Relationships, Self Reflection|0 Comments