I put in four days last week. Monday was a bank holiday. It definitely felt like five.
I spent the week trying to get to grips with my new role, meeting my new team, sorting out the office, the IT, the HR stuff and all the rest of it. My boss is lovely. Thank God.
So far I have identified four advantages of my return to work:
- My weekends are back. Honestly, when you’re not working, Friday evening loses all its magic and Saturday and Sunday are just days.
- I’m getting paid.
- I am no longer Santa’s main liaison. Mr. Waffle will be reprising that role this year. It’s very stressful, I assure you.
- This is probably more about me than other people but I find it much easier to justify my place in the world now that I am back at work. It shouldn’t be so, but I’m afraid it is.
Advantages or no, I am feeling strong Sunday night feelings tonight and I do not like it.
I retired at 55, 8 years ago. It took a bit of getting used to but I am enjoying it now. Moving out of London and into the countryside was a huge plus, as is having a proper garden and still being able to enjoy it. Weekends are now times when we are careful where we go as places can get crowded with all the people who have to work.
It helped that I cordially loathed my boss and about 90% of the people I worked with. Money is money but when we got burgled once too often my wife told me to resign and off we went. It is an adventure.
I still loath Sunday evenings, the only time I do not is when I am on holiday!