Working for the Weekend
By CeceK on August 20, 2013
My alarm went off at 6:22am like it always does on a work day. You might be wondering why not a round number like 6:15 or 6:25. I honestly can't tell you. Somehow it ended up at 6:22am and I just left it that way. And through a tired haze I thought to myself. Can I really do this every day for the next 20 years? At what point do you snap? I hit snooze. I scrolled through my Twitter, Instagram and Facebook feeds. It helps me wake up so I can get out of bed when snooze time runs out. There it goes again. Sigh. Check the weather app. Drag myself out of bed. Get dressed, grab snacks, drive to work and stay there for 9 hours. Summer is particularly brutal. A lot of people are taking time off. The empty office makes it feel like nobody is working but me. Summer vacation ceased to exist a long time ago but every now and then I can't help but wish I could get it back. Work, work, work. Come home, work out, eat dinner, watch a few TV shows and relax for the next 2-3 hours left of my night. Lather, rinse, repeat for five days until Friday rolls around and I have two days; 48 whole hours to myself in which to fit in fun and anything else that needs to get done.
It's kind of weird concept to think that the very roof over my head, the clothes on my back and the food that I eat depends on me going to a building every day where I sit at a desk and do various tasks. If I don't go, they don't pay me and if they don't pay me I have nothing. The very thing that prevents me from doing so many things that I would much rather do is also the same thing that allows me to do and have anything at all.
But that's life and they don't call it work for nothing. I am one of millions and millions of people working for the weekend every day. Hell, some don't even get the weekend and some don't even have jobs and desperately want them so I should consider myself lucky. And I do. Even though my tone is grim I do realize how lucky I am to have this place I can go to every day in exchange for a paycheck and the health benefits that go along with it. I'm lucky to have the health and well being to get up and go. And thank goodness for all of the wonderful things in my life that I love that help break up the monotony of the 9-5. I really enjoy my weekends off spending time with friends and family or doing not much of anything at all. We always try to have some kind of travel plans on the horizon to look forward to.
So, the question remains. Can I get up every day and do this for the next 20 years? And as depressing as it sounds the answer is yes. There really isn't any other choice in the matter. If doing this every day keep our bills paid, helps get us the things that we need and allows us to do things we want then that's what I'll have to do. I will not always love it. Who am I kidding. Most of the time I won't. Counting the hours until I can go home is more like it. I don't hate my job. I'm just not all that thrilled that I HAVE to go there every day. There will be many times when I'm jealous as hell of other people that don't have to do this. I will have more day dreams then I can keep track of about a life that doesn't include the daily grind. Fantasies about striking it rich. Early retirement. About turning my passion into my career or becoming a full time world traveler. I don't know what the future holds. Who knows. It could happen. In the meantime I'm tired and I gotta get to bed so I can get up and go to work tomorrow. One day down, four to go.....
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