Defending My Right To Work Part-Time
Friday, January 9, 2009

When I logged in to work this morning, one of the first email messages I read was from my manager.  The subject of the message was "Rock Star", and in it he asked if I would be able to work "as close to full time as possible through Jan 23rd".  They'd asked me to step up my hours mid-November, too, supposedly "just through the end of the year."

Now, I know that this would mean extra cash, but I have to admit that I wasn't thrilled to snap up the offer.  It takes time to do laundry and clean the kitchen and pick up around the house and vacuum and do the grocery shopping and prepare meals and pay the bills.  And despite my reputation as a developer, I am not Super Woman.  The last thing I want to do after working an 8-hour day is housework.  Yet I don't like leaving things in shambles, either; it makes my husband grumpy, if nothing more.  Plus, you know, I need some time to just be human.  Rest.  Relax.  Exercise.  Read a book.  Write music.  Sing.

I agreed to work up to 6 hours a day.  But I refuse to lose sight of the fact that I went part-time for a very good reason.

Leave a comment

There has never been a more cataclysmic event in all eternity
than that moment on the cross
when the perfect unity of the Godhead was sundered.