My family is the most important thing in my life.  Period, end of sentence.  This weekend, I missed a weekend with all of them because I had a project at work fail last weekend, and we needed to finish it this weekend.  It was suposed to be a minor inconvenience.  We’d start at 9am, be done and on my way by 1pm.  Everyone we needed was aware and ready to go; full exposure for success.  We can’t get the server to come up.  I was up until 4am last night on this call, had an 11am call with the Chief technology officer about how to proceed, and now we’re working on it again until 4pm today.  This whole time my family is together, exchanging presents, and spending time since we won’t be able to get together for a while.

I will never let work cross my family again.  I have a picture of my whole family on my desk here at home and the thought had crossed my mind to take it into work so i have it there to keep me happy.  I think that logic is flawed.  The hyperboly of that situation is to bring family to my work, and I don’t want that to happen.  I think I’m going to keep my bare gray cube walls as a sign of my temporary state at the office. 

At this point in my life, my work doesn’t do anything to help my family.  I’m not getting supported, paid, or encouraged enough at work to take time away from my family.  This is becoming an increasing concern to me, and I think it needs resolved.

Corporate whore no more.