Weekend’s End

One of the unexpected side effects to working again is that I have to get reacquainted with the two-day weekend. For almost 4 months, I essentially was experiencing a weekend all the time. With no real regimented schedule, I actually got to the point where I wasn’t sure what day it was anymore without looking at a calendar.

As I arrived at my home Friday evening, at the conclusion of my first work week since early December, it occurred to me that I only had about 48 hours to do whatever I wanted to do before it was back to the daily grind. I found myself saddened on Sunday morning that my late nights, one of which I definitely had on Saturday, were at an end for another 5 days. I guess it’s the price I pay for actually needing and going out and getting a paycheck.

Weekends End

6 Responses

  1. Welcome back to the real world, with all of us hard working schmucks.

    Thanks. I think.

  2. Wow, something about seeing the typical weekend quantified as 48 hours is sad! Welcome back to the grind…

    A little part of me died when I thought about it in those terms. I couldn’t help but share with the world.

  3. When I was unemployed, I loved having a perpetual weekend. Until I realized that I had nothing else to look forward to.

    Welcome back.

    Yeah, but I miss watching Las Vegas reruns in syndication at noon on TNT. Yeah, I admit it.

  4. Aah yes. I had the same realization about two months ago, though that workday was much better and shorter than mine now…so…enjoy..? I dunno. It sucks. That’s all I can say. Working effectively sucks.

  5. Once again, you’ve proven my point that full-time day jobs are for suckers. If only I wasn’t one…dammit.

  6. At least you’re not doing a PhD, getting paid shit and having no weekends whatsoever. (Yay… Pity party!)

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