When I was between jobs earlier this year, one day was a lot like the next. Tuesday may as well have been Sunday, and Thursday was pretty much the same as Saturday. Nothing on my to-do list really changed depending on the day of the week.
That was then. Getting into the working game again has shifted my mindset back to what it used to be. Now, Monday through Friday is completely different from the weekend.
Monday through Friday, I wear certain clothes, spend much of the day eating from my lunchbox, and of course, devote the majority of my mental energy in service to the Goodyear Tire and Rubber Company.
Saturday and Sunday? That's about home. I do laundry, I clean the bathroom, I read, I go to my Weight Watchers meeting, we have Sunday School and church, etc. From the way I dress to the way I think even to the way I talk, the weekend is THE WEEKEND. It is sacred.
"Everybody's workin' for the weekend," is what the great philosophers from the band Loverboy told us, though that was never quite true for me. In addition to the paycheck, I'm blessed to feel a high degree of fulfillment from my job. It nourishes my brain and, through personal connections, even my soul. I'm workin' for more than just the weekend.
But don't get me wrong. The freedom to do what I want for two days (depending on what we have scheduled, of course) is invaluable. We all need that to some degree.
Nowadays there is much talk in the business world of adopting a four-day work week. It goes without saying I am open to it.
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