I still get anxious on Sunday nights, no, actually, it starts Sunday afternoons, because I dread having to wake up for work early Monday morning. But I had to bring home the bacon (and pay the mortgage) somehow and I figured no one else actually liked their job anyways…right? WRONG! I must have complained to my mom one too many times about my stressful Washington, DC commute–she finally told me I should read a NY Times bestselling book by Ruth… Read more »