I am forced to acknowledge that I have been a whiny baby and that my schedule, in fact, is pretty delightful.
Now, I don’t entirely retract my former claims. It is true that during the academic year my schedule is such that I can’t a) take vacation time, b) call off sick unless I’m on my death bed, c) assume that anybody else can pick up my slack for most of my work responsibilities, d) entirely avoid bringing work home with me.
However, it is also true that even during the academic year I don’t need to go sit in a cubicle for 40 hours a week. And it is definitely true that when we are on break I don’t have to go into the office at all, even if I am doing work-related stuff from home. And it is also the case that even when it is the academic year, my schedule and activities change every 4 months, so I don’t get bored. And it is the case that I get to do things – more so during breaks, but even with some frequency during the academic year – like go to lunch with friends or make hair appointments in the middle of the afternoon. Not because I don’t work a 40-hr week, which I do, but because I am not chained to a desk and I get to decide which 40 hours of that week I work.
In other words: I really should be more appreciative of how my work life fits into the rest of my life. And I maybe shouldn’t complain about my schedule, or gloat about it, to people who do not have the benefit of a schedule like mine. Because really, that is sort of insufferable.