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.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Sunday evenings often feel like the weekend is over before it's even begun.
I work on weekends, but from home.
Weekends are a real luxury for me because I'm usually working.
Sometimes the weekend gets hijacked by work, but as my mother would say, this is the right problem.
To be honest, when I'm home, every day is a Friday for me. It doesn't really matter what day it is for me. A lot of my friends actually have time off during the week, and so it doesn't prohibit me from enjoying myself when I am home on a Monday or a Tuesday.
My work is like my vacation, so in a way every day is like Saturday.
Weekends are sacred for me. They're the perfect time to relax and spend time with family and friends.
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.
I'm a very ritualistic, routine-oriented person, and I discovered over the years that I love working Monday through Friday.
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.