pantsfarm

Last week was pretty crazy busy and this week looks to be just as bad if not worse. I meant to write something of substance over the weekend, two weekends in a row now, but during the weekends I never really feel like sitting down and writing something. Instead I opt to sleep a lot, neglect to put on a shirt until the late afternoon and generally be a vegetable.

I feel like back when I had ample opportunity to do nothing, I didn’t appreciate it nearly enough. Now that it only happens on the weekends and not without a little bit of guilt for not getting out more, I kind of regret that.

Today at work, while slogging away, I found myself wondering when I’ll be able to set my own schedule. I remember while as a student, I had a very flexible schedule, and could generally do whatever, whenever. Now, at the opposite end of the spectrum, I feel like I’ve very little flexibility as I’ve got work to attend with absolute regularity. To some extent that regularity extends into the weekends, for if I deviate too sharply in my sleeping, I invariably pay for it by being sleepy at work.

I know a couple people who did or do manage to set their own schedules. The common link for them all is that they have some means of supporting themselves that doesn’t tie them to a schedule. At this point, I feel like this is a very unlikely scenario to find myself in. I’m not about to drop out of the workforce and play internet poker or become a brilliant individual trader or anything. I’ve not really honed any salable skill such as writing that I could do on a non-schedule and get paid for.

Since I don’t really see those as practical for me right now, I guess I’m just going to have to stick it out at 9 to 5 (or to 6:30 as it should be or 9, or whenever it ends up being).