The Missing Work

Oh short work week, why have you forsaken me?

I used to love the short work week.  The joy of having an extra day on the weekend is still a fantastic thing, something to be cherished and adored.  Recently though I have been increasingly disillusioned with the short week that precedes or follows the glorious holiday day.

I have come to realize that the more I slowly claw my way up the "rope of responsibility" (more on that later), the more I despise the short week.  It used to stand for all that is right with the world, now it means extra work and longer hours.  I'm not sure how I didn't see it before but all the short week means now is that there are more meetings and more work, that you would have had 5 days to do and now you only have 4.

I have no idea where the work on that 5th day used to go, it seemed like it was just gone, it never needed to be done.  Now it gets spread across all of the other 4 days, making them more painful than they need to be.

Oh days of the Missing Work, where have you gone and how do I get you back?

-Z