I am so wierd. . .
I've decided I don't like three day weekends. I like the usual two day weekends, but the break in rhythm of a three day makes it all the more tiresome to return to work, regardless of how much I like the job.
I feel the same way about breaks. I like a lunch that's long enough to eat, but too long is worse than none at all. And I don't like the fifteen minute breaks; just standing or sitting there doing nothing while my body winds down and has to wind up again to the job. Once I get going, I prefer to keep going until I'm off, the job is done or my performance starts to suffer. Usually that's anywhere between six and eight hours; some jobs, it's as much as twelve.
Oh well, I deserve it and need it - I worked twelve days straight because of the semi-annual inventory - so I'll take it. Anyhoo, I'm off to bed in a few. So, Good night. |
