For individuals around the world, today marked the weekly celebration of Friday--that glorious end of the work week and being at your employer's beck and call to being at someone or something else's beck and call. Like cleaning the house, or grocery shopping, or running kids to soccer games or completing the to-do list you've been handed by your spouse. I don't know on some of those because I have neither kids nor spouse, so weekends really are my own time.
But not this weekend, not for me. Tomorrow I get to march right back into work and help researchers.
And I really shouldn't complain. This happens to me maybe once a month, and I have shortened hours, not a full day, and I get to take a full day off during the following week. Usually I don't mind too much at all. But this week really really seemed to drag on and 5:00 today just didn't have the same excitement as other Fridays because I have 5-6 more hours before my work week ends.*
So, as you all enjoy your Saturday, well, just enjoy it.
*And they are weird hours, 10-3. So, too early to really sleep in much but too late to get anything done beforehand. And when I get off, most of the day is shot. Now, I confess, some Saturdays I'm not showered until 3, and the day is shot. But somehow that is less offensive because my day is still mine (although I do always regret days like that).
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