And so am I.
Back in October I added a part-time job to my menu of activities. Things on the housing market were discouraging and I thought that an additional 8 or so hours per week would be fine. After all, I had done this with little or no stress during the years that I helped the foot doctor.
I returned to medical transcription through the agency I'd worked for many years ago. Eight hours wasn't enough for them; the minimum amount of work that they would accept from a part-timer took ten, and sometimes twelve, hours to complete.
My sewing time suffered. My reading time all but disappeared. The opportunity to be spontaneous with friends vanished. Cooking more and more involved the crock-pot and take-out. But worst of all was the invasion into time with family. I spent too much of the time that Amy and Andrew were around at Christmas hooked up to the computer. I missed a day with Sam because of transcription. The precious hours of sitting with Joe and hand-sewing in front of a movie were awfully scarce.
Medical transcription for anyone who knows the language is a great at-home job, and it is something I look forrward to doing in three or four years when I retire from the school. For me, right now, it can't be an add-on. This morning I gave my two weeks notice.
I just missed my life so much.