For many years, I looked forward to Fridays and not just because Friday meant weekend and less work and fun. But because my Fridays were light workdays. Not a lot of meetings. Not a lot of reports, or the reports that were due were easy ones. Fridays were the days when I could catch up on the things that slipped through the cracks earlier in the week. Fridays were the days when I might actually be able to write something. Or catch up on reading blogs that I was only able to skim earlier in the week. Fridays were the days that I could hang out in Chatter. Leave some comments on blogs that I normally don’t have time to comment on.
I miss those Fridays.
Suddenly my Fridays are full of things that aren’t supposed to be there. Mayhem and chaos. Nothing goes according to schedule. My best intentions are gone by 9am and I’m flying by the seat of my sweatpants, again.
Oh well, at least Saturdays and Sundays are slow, right?
I kind of live for Saturday mornings now.
Saturday is the new Friday I reckon. Slow down, when you can 🙂