So you are now known as a TWaT - people who work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday (in office) and work from home Monday and Friday. The new work hybrid.I work a 3-day week, Tuesday to Thursday, and I just about get by.
Silly me, I spend most of my free days over a long weekend just messing about all over the Internet, reading books, etc.
I really must get my act together and do some stuff.
'Work from home'? No, I don't do that.So you are now known as a TWaT - people who work Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday (in office) and work from home Monday and Friday. The new work hybrid.
I know. I was just giving you a hard time lol. But that is what the media are calling the work from home and office hybrid model.'Work from home'? No, I don't do that.
I really must get my act together and do some stuff.
That really chimes with me, but it was really 'The Muppet Show' (required viewing in our house, shown at about 6.30pm on Sundays) that really triggered the feelings of dread. I loved the show but used to watch it feeling strangely guilty that I hadn't done my homework and was probably not going to bother now, and then when the show was over the 'Sunday Scaries' kicked in big time. I can still feel them occasionally now, even though I am retired. A strange fuzzy subdued sense of panic and vague disorientation. Thankfully it is rare now and usually transient.The Unholy Trinity of Songs of Praise, Antiques Roadshow and Last of the Summer Wine would signal the end of freedom to childhood me and the fact that school beckoned. Hearing the theme tunes of any of these or even catching a moment can still sometimes trigger that response.
Speaking to many people roughly my age they have similar experiences.
I can't believe that you would 'snap' at anyone V!
Can I ask if you have (or would have) the same feeling in Israel after Shabbat? Bearing in mind (for those who don't know) that the working week starts at sundown on Saturday afternoon/evening (depending on the time of year).
The reason I ask is that when you consider that it is very difficult (or impossible if religious) to do many things- go to a restaurant/use a train or bus/DIY/call friends on the phone etc etc it seemed (to me) to be a very joyous occasion and people looked forward to it.
However, these were the days before multiple channels on tv, smartphones and the internet, so perhaps people, even non-religious people, were more easily attuned to be able to survive the day. A bit like people on a British Sunday in the 1970s/80s - but with sunshine.
Of course there was always the beach if you wanted. That's a bit different to being stuck inside with only 'Ski Sunday' to watch.
Too much time taken to just survive, rather than to be alive. Feels like the source of one's vitality is stifled, like a plug in a natural spring.more of our time is taken doing things we have to just to live?
I've often wondered if the religious festivals of medieval Europe developed because of this need.our need to occasionally break out of routines?
So glad I'm not the only one who cherishes this!sofa time before bed.
I really enjoyed school, so I guess I didn't really have the panic in the same way. I used to get my homework done on Friday nights so I was free and clear, then horses all day Saturday and Sunday spent at home, tidying and getting ready for the week. But school was my entire social life, I had great friends and spent way too much time chatting and laughing, so I enjoyed getting to see them again after a weekend.That really chimes with me, but it was really 'The Muppet Show' (required viewing in our house, shown at about 6.30pm on Sundays) that really triggered the feelings of dread. I loved the show but used to watch it feeling strangely guilty that I hadn't done my homework and was probably not going to bother now, and then when the show was over the 'Sunday Scaries' kicked in big time. I can still feel them occasionally now, even though I am retired. A strange fuzzy subdued sense of panic and vague disorientation. Thankfully it is rare now and usually transient.
Yes it is - I leave all that nonsense to Ms Me.What is this “work” thing of which you all speak? lt sounds most unpleasant.
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For me, it was original series Star Trek on Sunday evenings in the 70s. Seeing that alien head in the credits still brings back the memories of the weekend being just about done, and already on the build-up for theThat really chimes with me, but it was really 'The Muppet Show' (required viewing in our house, shown at about 6.30pm on Sundays) that really triggered the feelings of dread. I loved the show but used to watch it feeling strangely guilty that I hadn't done my homework and was probably not going to bother now, and then when the show was over the 'Sunday Scaries' kicked in big time. I can still feel them occasionally now, even though I am retired. A strange fuzzy subdued sense of panic and vague disorientation. Thankfully it is rare now and usually transient.
I've often wondered if I imagined that that was on on a Sunday eve. Cheers Simon!For me, it was original series Star Trek on Sunday evenings in the 70s. Seeing that alien head in the credits still brings back the memories of the weekend being just about done, and already on the build-up for thebrain-and-soul-destroying-factoryschool in the morning.
I only said the very same thing yesterday. Waiting until 11pm for a decent film is no good, especially as by then all the wine has gone.Why did they put good stuff on so late?
like Spitting Image and the South Bank show?
'homework' ?I really enjoyed school, so I guess I didn't really have the panic in the same way. I used to get my homework done on Friday nights
so I was free and clear, then horses all day Saturday and Sunday spent at home, tidying and getting ready for the week. But school was my entire social life, I had great friends and spent way too much time chatting and laughing, so I enjoyed getting to see them again after a weekend.
It sounds like you were a model pupil, catseye. Where did it go wrong?I really enjoyed school, so I guess I didn't really have the panic in the same way. I used to get my homework done on Friday nights so I was free and clear, then horses all day Saturday and Sunday spent at home, tidying and getting ready for the week. But school was my entire social life, I had great friends and spent way too much time chatting and laughing, so I enjoyed getting to see them again after a weekend.
^this^. I didn't have school anxiety. And I grew up on a farm, so I always had chores and helped with haying in summer. School really was the only place I could hang out with friends.I really enjoyed school, so I guess I didn't really have the panic in the same way. I used to get my homework done on Friday nights so I was free and clear, then horses all day Saturday and Sunday spent at home, tidying and getting ready for the week. But school was my entire social life, I had great friends and spent way too much time chatting and laughing, so I enjoyed getting to see them again after a weekend.
I was a swot, sorry.'homework' ?
When I picked up my first copy of Fortean Times...It sounds like you were a model pupil, catseye. Where did it go wrong?
I told her not to hang around with that Swifty chap from the wrong end of town.It sounds like you were a model pupil, catseye. Where did it go wrong?
Indeed, you'd have thought they would opened it up to discussion of the North, West and East banks as well.Yes, what was the South Bank Show about anyway?
It was an arts magazine programme & featured current arts stories/events - you know the sort of stuff - theatre, film, music, writing, art shows etc. You might like at least some of these.Yes, what was the South Bank Show about anyway?
But if they had all those banks it would imply everyone was simply sitting round a pond. Which would, equally, have made The South Bank Show a programme about fishing.Indeed, you'd have thought they would opened it up to discussion of the North, West and East banks as well.
BravoBut if they had all those banks it would imply everyone was simply sitting round a pond. Which would, equally, have made The South Bank Show a programme about fishing.