{{{Suzi and K-Bug}}}
Happy birthday, JZ!
Happy Anniversary to Sparky and her fabulous DH!
Pretty ladies in pretty dresses. Very bummed I missed the F2F this year.
Work...40 hours a week....riiiiiiight. I long for the days when a 40 hour week was de rigeur, not something I remember fondly from a time long, long ago. Ironically, that's why I decided not to practice law. The idea of working 100 hours a week to bill umpteen million hours a year just so I could say I made partner while my DH and future-sprog wondered why a complete stranger was sleeping in their house every night did not appeal. The quality of my life is just as important as the quantity of money I make. Ergo the tradeoff.
What am I doing now? Working approximately 70 hours a week and some weekends for a job that I'm not passionate about, though it's more about the cow-orkers than the job. I need to get back 100% on the policy side of the fence, but I have no idea how to do so and maintain the same salary. Once DH's business is stable like a table, I'll have a little more leeway. My current job conveniently forgets that I've got that kind of experience, and I'm tired of getting in their faces about it. There's too many egos in the office and sometimes I think they enjoy seeing their cow-orkers flail and flounder, instead of doing what's best for the company. If I was at HQ, it would be a different story. Love, love, love the people I work with there, but there's no way I can relocate to Michigan right now.
In short, I heartily approve of Kristin's idea. Let's make out.