I’ve always had jobs that didn’t require weekend work… at least for the most part. When I worked at the bank, I did Saturday mornings simply because no one wanted to do those, and I preferred a day off through the week. (That and because going in for 3 hours beats the heck out of working 7 hours for the same pay.)
Throughout my years of work experience, I never had a job in retail or food services where weekends are standard. Sundays were always a day off. Because of that, I most dreaded going back to the grind every Monday and getting out of bed early to be on the job at a specific time.
Now that I’m practicing retirement, I dread something else.
I’m no longer sitting at the computer 24/7. I’m not managing calendars, making calls or attending several meetings per week. Although my life now is not nearly as stressful, I still don’t get enough sleep. Too bad I can’t be more like Hugo in that regard.
When I started this practice retirement gig, I stopped checking email on weekends. I had my email program running continuously for years, answering requests night and day. It was hard at first to not to check and see what was there… like something was going to happen that just couldn’t wait.
I wish I would’ve known sooner that anything sent in email CAN wait.
For me, it now waits until Monday morning — and that chore has turned into my biggest Monday morning dread. When I open that inbox after a weekend, I have literally hundreds of messages.
What do you dread most about Mondays?
Now you know: Bridget Cleary was an Irish woman who was murdered by her husband because he thought she was a changeling (a type of fairie from Irish mythology) and that killing her would bring his wife back.