Entry tags:
plague journaling
Saturdays have turned into the best (or simply least terrible) days of the week, at least as far as I'm concerned. This is not exactly new--this is intensely how I felt during college, which I hated like burning. It's definitely more pronounced than it used to be though.
Fridays, I'm still coming down from the stress of the workweek. I'm also catching up on all the pandemic coverage I haven't had time for during the week. I'm trying to make the transition to personal time.
Sundays, I'm making the same transition all over again, while also scrambling to finish up any tasks that still need to be done before Monday hits. Doing my cooking for work lunches doesn't necessarily take up that much time, but it always seems to loom large in my mind. Now there's an added kick of anxiety as I wonder if any changes have happened at work. Has anyone been reported sick? Have they updated any policies? For a while, I was calling the plant hotline to check if there was a shutdown announcement, so I wouldn't drive all the way in only to find it closed. I don't bother with that anymore; shutting down is significantly lower on my list of worries than it had been.
Monday through Thursday, of course, I'm working. I worry about the job itself, because I always worry about my work. I worry about what anyone else there might do, what they might have been doing in their free time. Have they been isolating? Are they staying safe so the rest of us can stay safe too?
Saturdays, though. There's very little new reporting to catch up on. I'm firmly in personal time. While I'm aware of things I need to get done before the weekend is over, there's not such a sense of pressure. I'm not going out for any reason. Today, I worked in the garden and painted mostly.
And while I did listen to some pandemic podcasting, even that feels more distant. There's a little cushion around it. A little breathing room.
Saturdays are the only good days now.
Fridays, I'm still coming down from the stress of the workweek. I'm also catching up on all the pandemic coverage I haven't had time for during the week. I'm trying to make the transition to personal time.
Sundays, I'm making the same transition all over again, while also scrambling to finish up any tasks that still need to be done before Monday hits. Doing my cooking for work lunches doesn't necessarily take up that much time, but it always seems to loom large in my mind. Now there's an added kick of anxiety as I wonder if any changes have happened at work. Has anyone been reported sick? Have they updated any policies? For a while, I was calling the plant hotline to check if there was a shutdown announcement, so I wouldn't drive all the way in only to find it closed. I don't bother with that anymore; shutting down is significantly lower on my list of worries than it had been.
Monday through Thursday, of course, I'm working. I worry about the job itself, because I always worry about my work. I worry about what anyone else there might do, what they might have been doing in their free time. Have they been isolating? Are they staying safe so the rest of us can stay safe too?
Saturdays, though. There's very little new reporting to catch up on. I'm firmly in personal time. While I'm aware of things I need to get done before the weekend is over, there's not such a sense of pressure. I'm not going out for any reason. Today, I worked in the garden and painted mostly.
And while I did listen to some pandemic podcasting, even that feels more distant. There's a little cushion around it. A little breathing room.
Saturdays are the only good days now.