Whatever you may call Wednesday, it's the middle of the work week. At lunch, the week is officially on the down hill slide.
I know we shouldn't wish our lives away, but, come on, don't we all live for the weekend? At lease those of us who work those Monday through Friday weeks. There have even been songs written about it.
Then I get to thinking about how fortunate I am, that since I have to work, I'm not in a profession that requires weekend work. My SIL manages a retail business. He works weekends, he opens, he closes. His schedule changes from one week to the next. Then you have all those folks who work in hospitals and nursing homes.
I used to work in a factory. I worked 3rd shift, and Sunday was one of my work days. That meant going to work at 11 on Saturday night. It was hard to stay awake in church on Sunday morning. That's a whole different world.
So rather than wanting the weekend to come, I should just be thankful that I have a 'regular' job and know what my 'regular' work hours are. I've got to stop complaining. That means it's time to get in the shower, get my lunch ready and make that 20 minute drive.
How about you? Do you have to get out in the cold cruel world, or do you get to stay in your nice warm house? Do you work a 'regular' job, or one of those with wild and crazy hours? Tell me about it. I will listen.
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I am home, watching the birds and enjoying the sunshine. It's cold but doable. Have retired at 47 love not having to get up everyday and so far not bored enough to get another job. Just need to get hubby a job and unretire him. Insurance is killing us!!! Oh the woes of the poor and retired.
Hi, I've been reading your blog a few weeks now and thought I'd ask if I could add you to my blogroll.
Come on over and visit me if you want, I also live alone, am 50 years old, almost 51 and I don't blog about anything very important, just dreams I have and the ups and downs of life. I live in Georgia.
Hope to see you there!
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