I resist hitting the send button and glance at the time on my monitor. It’s 5:10 pm on a dark Wednesday evening in the middle of winter, and while I don’t have anywhere I need to be, I don’t want to be stuck in the office troubleshooting this issue for my client – especially while *she’s* still here.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had a job at one of the top new startups in the country for a couple of years now. The office space is the polar opposite of the stuffy cubicled hell-hole where I previously worked. Restily has a lot of just about everything – a huge kitchen stocked with more than enough food (especially those granola bars I love) for its 100 or so employees, private bathrooms and showers for the more physically active employees, and top of the line tech at our workstations and in the well-furnished meeting rooms. I’m on the account management team and I don’t really care about career advancement, so my job hasn’t been challenging for a long time. It isn’t an obnoxious place to work either, so I’m not made to feel like I’m doing something wrong in keeping to myself. Outside of work, I rent out my parents’ basement apartment and I have my small group of friends I’ve known since grade school. My work/life balance is pretty great.