Sometimes the weekend gets hijacked by work, but as my mother would say, this is the right problem.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My weekends start at about 4 P.M. on Friday afternoon, when I let go of work and leave my colleagues to crawl through the rest of the day in our New York offices.
I work on weekends, but from home.
My work is like my vacation, so in a way every day is like Saturday.
I have never in my life found myself in a situation where I've stopped work and said, 'Thank God it's Friday.' But weekends are special even if your schedule is all over the place. Something tells you the weekend has arrived and you can indulge yourself a bit.
Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it's even begun.
I'm nearly always at home at the weekends; that's important for every working woman today, not just me. I don't encourage people to come in at the weekend and work; I encourage people to go home and create great families.
Part of the way the work world works is not so much creating a separation between your work and your free time, but creating the illusion of a separation between your work and your free time. Every day is the weekend for me, which means I'm always busy.
I'm a very ritualistic, routine-oriented person, and I discovered over the years that I love working Monday through Friday.
My weekends are oases of time and space, where I am able to draw a breath and dive into the stuff I couldn't get to that week - the great article I bookmarked, the friend whose emails I kept dropping, the blog post I'd meant to write on a subject that wasn't timely but was still important.
Weekends are a real luxury for me because I'm usually working.