Johnny Clegg and Juluka told the story of men who worked hard(er than I have ever done) all week and longed for Friday so much that they would sing, "Come soon Friday my darling...my sweetheart." I enjoy my work, I enjoy my time off work, but I will not join the 'Living for Friday' bandwagon.
I work all week. Every morning I grudgingly wake up, grunt until I leave the house. Wear my cordial face and enter into the workplace. I have stuff to do, deadlines to meet and the like. It is a literal rat race. I enjoy it because I know it is necessary and beneficial to more than me and my well being. Oh, I am good at it too. That helps. If I had all the money I would ever need, I would still work. Just three days a week though, and come in later, maybe 10am. I sought to be indispensable at my work place, I am as close as I will ever get, love it! The day ends, I go to my (other) darling.
The weekend comes and the M-F crowd is shouting "Happy Friday!" across the halls. They have been talking about Friday all week. By the time it gets here I am tired of hearing how lovely Friday is. I leave work to go home, do housework, read something beneficial to my Life, spend time with my wife, run and enjoy life...can you see the pressure? I am NOT good at this part. I do not relax well, I do not do any of this stuff well. I enjoy my runs, the time we spend on the couch in the light of the TV etc, but each moment I am evaluating if I am making the most of this life, am I being a good steward of the gifts given to me? Oh the stress! By the time the sun goes down on Saturday I am ready for my life to be dictated by Outlook and Meeting Room manager!
My only woza is bedtime. That I look forward to with longing and no trepidation. No one needs to tell me its bedtime. Give me bedtime over Friday any day. I'll woza it and declare it darling. Guess what, it comes everyday too! Not once in every seven, HA! Bedtime IS all that!
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