It’s true: I wish I could hide under the bed like this cat.
They’re cute, they’re fluffy, they’re fun. People say if you love what you do, it’s not really work.
But when it’s a job that keeps you away from home for weeks on end…
When all your spare time is spent driving to other people’s houses to feed, play, scoop litter…
When you’d rather be doing anything else, even though the company is nice…
Then it’s work.
And what do you do when you don’t need the work? Do you quit? Do you cautiously hold on to it, in case there comes a day when you’re feeling less stable? Do you try to scale back your efforts, only to find that that is much harder than it sounds to say no to the people to depend on you?
What do you do?