A large part of my job involves shmoozing.
When a physician sends me a text at 3:30 pm that states, "drinks tonight?" It's pretty much my job to say:
"Sure! When and where?"
I was hoping to do absolutely nothing tonight. I was hoping to slip into my pajamas after work and head to bed early, but alas, I received a text, and headed out.
This usually involves some careful orchestrating with the Hubs to make sure all the animals are fed, walked, and shot up, so that Mommy can head out to work.
I kind of sound like an Escort. But I'm not. I swear.
Brian is wonderfully supportive when it comes to this aspect of my job.
"Do what you have to do," he says. Although this doesn't happen all the time, it does happen, and I have to muster up some extra energy and head out for some dinner and drinks on a Tuesday night.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. I had a great dinner, with some great wine, and some great company. However, when you're cuddled up with your loved ones at 8 o'clock on a Tuesday night, I'm out wondering how THIS night out is going to score me some additional business and make me more money.
As Lil' Kim stated, "it's all about the Benjamins baby."