When one is not working, the meaning of the weekend shifts considerably.
To me as a worker, Friday night is a big sigh of relief, and Saturday and Sunday are the days when I try to Do All The Things.
Unemployed, Friday night is like any other night, and if anything, Saturday and Sunday are days when I am less likely to try to Do Things. I mean, stores and roads are less crowded during the week, so why would I go on the weekend?
Which doesn't mean I did nothing this weekend, but I didn't do much. It was fine. And now it's the week again, which also doesn't mean what it used to. It's a little disorienting.
I get a little like that in the summer, being off from school. Just catching up with the whole not working thing--I'm so sorry to hear about that and the way it happened! People should be beating down your door to give you a job. But I will pray the right thing comes along.
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