It’s been a year now since I reclaimed my weekends (aka, got a new job).
Longtimers might recall I used to work a schedule that differed wildly from T’s. News isn’t a 9-5 gig, and for over a year, we had none of the same days off, except for when I specifically took leave on a weekend.
I had all these grand plans for our newly discovered weekends. And while we’ve done a few of those things, and crossed a couple more off my bucket list, a lot of them were summer-oriented. And we had a SHOCKER of a summer, weatherwise. It was basically a non-summer. I felt a little cheated.
Lately, it’s been even worse. He’s been working all hours, coming home exhausted on Friday and basically recovering by dozing all weekend (that is, the weeks that he wasn’t working right through the weekend…). And in winter it’s hard to muster up the energy or desire to do anything. It rains all the damn time, it’s dark by 5.30, and after a sleep-in, that doesn’t leave a whole lot of daylight. (I’m one of those people whose mood really lives and dies by the weather.)
Nonetheless. I’m generally content with quietly satisfying, relaxing weekends. Movie marathons. Reading on the deck. That kind of thing. Stuff that pales in comparison to the weekend shenanigans of all the vastly cooler people I work with, that makes me kind of dread the question “So what are your weekend plans?”
On that note, I’m taking a drastic step: unsubscribing from Meetup emails. One of my other good intentions was to meet new people and go to Meetups, now that my schedule actually allowed for socialising at normal times. But after a year of those invites clogging up my inbox daily, and my deleting them after barely scanning the subject line, enough is enough. None of the outings appeal, and I don’t really care to spend money on hanging out with strangers (I’m reluctant enough to spend it on hanging out with friends). The idea was to expand my friend circle, I guess, but in reality that’s the last thing I want.That kind of struck home when Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory uttered that classic line: However will I juggle five friendships? And you know, I have enough trouble maintaining my current ones. I don’t care to find more that would place demands on my time. As a kid, I wanted to spend every moment of every day with my friends, but along the way I swung in the opposite direction and became a total lone wolf.
Do you have epic weekends? What’s your idea of the perfect summer weekend? What about a winter one?
