Wednesday, May 4, 2011

The Terrors of Mother’s Day

So, for those that don’t know, I work in the flower industry. This means that the two weeks before Mother’s Day and the week after Mother’s Day are pretty much wall-to-wall work for me. Before you jump to conclusions about that work, I need to specify that I work at the corporate headquarters of my company, at a nice cushy desk, away from the actual flower production. I work in excel all day long. But, still, during peak season (Mother’s Day, in this particular case) the workload increases. So much so that I don’t have the time to take my normal breaks.

This all leads to tired, grumpy, cranky Chris.

Thankfully, I have the most amazing wife in the world, and she’s pretty understanding about this. I’ve worked for this place for nearly ten years now, she and I have been married for just about six, and we’ve known each other for almost nine, so she’s had plenty of experience, but still. She’s amazing and understanding. And I appreciate it.

Another thing this means, however, is that I often come home drained and grumpy and with no desire to write. I missed a blog post on Monday because of this, and am writing this one pretty late at night for the same reason. I have trouble getting myself to sit at my computer to actually write any stories, because I just don’t have the energy. And that sucks. Somehow, I come up with the energy to do my job at work, but not to do my job as a writer.

Okay, I’m just complaining now, I’ll stop. The point here is that I am being unproductive in pursuit of my carrier as a writer, and I’m not fond of it. I need to either find a better way to balance job work with writer work, or just come to accept that for a few weeks a year, two or three times a year, I’m not going to get much writing done. Right now, I’m leaning towards the second option.

Anyway, I think I’ve wined at you enough. I’ll try to come up with a better topic for tomorrow, something that actually relates to writing rather than my day job.

For the record: I actually like my job. I like my company and the people I work for. It’s just a stressful time of year. Much like, I’m sure, Christmas is for other retail industries.

So, until tomorrow, keep on remembering the future!


  1. My wife liked the flowers I bought from your company. :)

    I know what you mean about being drained. We have to work out after the kids go to bed, sometimes as late as 10:00. After that, I have nothing left to offer writing. Just consider yourself lucky that your problem only cops up occasionally. :)

  2. Thank the gods it's only a temporary drain, so you can get back into the swing of writing right away. :)