When Work Follows You Home

I packed up for the day, locked my computer and turned off the light to my office. I walked to my car and headed toward home. I cursed at the traffic, and rolled my eyes at the people who just don't get how to merge. Got home, changed my clothes for kickboxing, kissed hubs and was ready to blow off steam. And then I saw it, work, curled up right there in my backseat... a stowaway!

I tried to ignore it as I punched, kicked, and burpeed my way through Turbo Kick. But it wouldn't budge. Daubert, Robinson, and sneaky TRE 702 latched on like bees on honey! Crescent kick did not phase them. Motion to Strike blocked my upper cuts and back kicks like Bruce Lee! Darn that work.

 When the class was over and I limped to my car, [work] followed. No amount of water or powerade could flush work from my system. Guess that means I'm a lawyer.... We all experience it at some point in our lives and some of us can avoid it and others let it take over. Those who find a balance between work and home are the better for it! Meanwhile, those of us who are fledgling associates will wear work on our shoulders for now.

Happy Hump Day all. ~The Illegal Blonde