Thursday, March 11, 2010
So work/life balance...what's that then? My entire life is work. I'm tired to my bones. And that's not very glamorous is it?
This week I feel like a Yorkshire miner going down't pit all hours for nowt but a rock hard lump of grey bread and some dripping. Because the problem with working for yourself, apart from the fact that you have to take the bins out and make the tea and design everything and sell everything and pay for everything, is that the last one to get paid is you.
Oh and that is never ends. So you're emailing at 11pm and you wake up at 5am worrying about whether the waist bands on your tulle skirts are going to be wonky or not. Jaded? Moi? No, but tired.
Posted by Mrs Press at 2:12 PM