The thing about working is very similar to momming. You can’t really turn it off without serious repercussions. Like getting fired. Or the kids going to juvie. Because as much as I really do enjoy working, especially the money part and the fame in the grocery store part (apparently, people do read this), this week is appearing a bit daunting. Okay, unbelievably, nail biting, can’t-get-out-of-my-own-way overwhelming. Anybody know if The