All of a sudden, you only have to turn in work that can be done within the remaining hours of the work week. No need to hurry to complete anything.
Weekend starts with a bit of beer and, at first, a bit of TV. Only, often, TV extends till 1am because I just need to know more about Dune.
Saturday, is always a problem. It's never always clear how it is to be spent, but for some reason, it starts late, even if I skip breakfast and have my first coffee at 10am. I rummage through the drawers thinking that this will be the day I declutter, get rid of those old chargers and give old phones away. I end up neatly packing them in a bag for later use.
Lunch is a blur and quick.
While afternoon is planned for an hour at the gym, which usually takes 3 considering the long decision process of either going or skipping, there's still time for karaoke.
Then the fun begins. Sitting in front of the TV and binge watch till the eyes hurt if only to forget the noise of work, while doing the laundry.
Sunday, is a bit different, this is when I argue against opening the work laptop. I always end up taking a sneak peek of the next day's schedule, which is always a good thing considering that Monday's usually packed. It's important to be able to make a mental note of what is happening when.
After a little tug of war with the pups, it is time for dinner. From this time on, everything happens like a movie in fast forward. Just when I finish ironing my work clothes for a week, I am back to thinking deadlines.
Monday can't wait.
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