On the last day of your weekend, do you look forward to going to work, or do you dread it, or do you have a feeling of indifference, and can you explain why you feel this way?

This is a rather interesting question, I gave you a great question for it, while I like my job for a number of reasons, but I rather dislike my supervisor (dispatcher) who is beyond clueless when it comes to driving commercial trucks and is very ignorant towards the drivers no not just me.
So no I don’t feel dread about the up coming work week, but not happy about it either so I guess I am indifferent about it.

I accept returning to work as a matter of fact: I gotta make that money to pay those bills! What might make the return unpleasant, would be rain, snow, hot weather, since I work outside.

I like my job and like to go to work everyday. But I think might need some changes soon as I’m starting to get frustrated in the current project / situation at work. Time for a change I guess..)

What is a weekend? It’s a public holiday today and I’ve had work I had to complete.

I can work on seven days of the week, so I’ve forgotten what it’s like to finish on a Friday night and not to return to work until Monday.

When I’ve had leave I do find I don’t look forward to getting back into the swing of work. Just because my work is sort of relentless. There are always things I need to do or complete and competing demands for different areas of my job. I can’t remember when I had a completely clear desk with nothing hanging over that needs to be completed.

^^ How do you manage time for your family then?

I work from home a lot. And I factor time in. So yesterday I took most of the day off. Today is a public holiday but I’ve answered student emails, dealt with emails from colleagues, and taken some notes for a paper. Soon, I’ll go and do something else with my husband. The way we work is both a blessing and a curse. I can pretty much work whenever I want. I can get up at 6 and work or not start work until lunchtime and work until late. I can work at weekends or take an afternoon off. So I can go and do things I want to do, but there are always things I have left to do. Papers to finish, marking to do, prep for meetings, grant proposals. It is what it is. There’s a trade-off for the freedom and autonomy.

The reality is, because we are expected to publish, teach and take on service roles, we work long hours. I’ve had three emails from colleagues this morning. It’s just the way this job works. It’s not just me. You either do it or you don’t have this job It’s not a Monday-Friday, 9–5 job.

I’m extremely blessed to have a labor of love to go to every day throughput the school year. I retired a few years ago, and found a volunteer music teaching a few hours a week which evolved into an “adjunct” position.

The mood varies depending on what’s on my plate. The time flies so quickly that this weekend was a blur. Working for myself means that my weekends are pimarily determined by activities scheduled by those trapped in the 5 day Monday-Friday routine. In fact this along with the schedule changes in news broadcasts is probably the only way I notice the weekend is here/over.

Now I mostly just work when shit goes wrong. But I still get paid when things go right. I have a fairly substantial amount of free time.

I have had some shit jobs where I dreaded everyday.. But a dude needs to pay rent and eat so I sucked it up. Everyday was a Monday.

But I have had some jobs I didn’t really mind. Theater was actually more fun than my normal life. All my friends worked there and we mostly took shots in the break-room and tried to look busy if a gold nametag walked out.

Waferfab was chill. It wasn’t all that hard and we went to the bar pretty much every-night after work. Even though I was 21 and drinking all night with 40 year old ladies it was was super fun. I moved out to Bend and had no friends so the company was great.

Even the photolab I didn’t dread since I would look at pictures with Jessica all night and laugh at tho horrible porn. Then we would go to her apartment and watch The Simpsons (drink) and crash.

So, it looks like if I wasn’t a lover of beer I would have hated all my jobs.

First day of official retirement today! Feels pretty good.

I dread every second of my job, and cannot wait until something changes so I’m not answering the phone to listen to angry idiots anymore.

And now my supervisor has decided we need to be “more professional” and “less snarky” in the group chat room, so even the enjoyable part of my day has been taken away.

@Seek: I’d tell the supervisor that since the chat room is not public and it’s an outlet for the employees, (much like a break room), he or she should let the staff have their fun.

Gloat on evil penguin.

^^ Rubbing my flippers together while drinking champagne in my bubble bath.

Those leopard seals and killer whales have the right idea about you.

sob!

I told him straight up that he has no right to police water cooler conversation until it affects customer service, but if he wants me to, I’d be more than happy to create a private chatroom he would not be invited to.

It took less than two hours of dead chat (the three of us who are the most active were scolded on the same day) before he started spazzing thinking the room was broken.

I hope his boss is happy with the new, improved way of things.

I used to look forward to it most of the time but now I am ‘retired’ I could not care one way or the other. Actually, I miss having my wife around on the weekdays. Most of the time….