Undertime
Working on Saturday isn't so bad. It's even something of a novelty if your background has been largely in government service positions.
Working Saturday AND Sunday isn't the worst thing in the world, particularly if it's a once-off and Sunday is paid at double-time.
In fact, working twelve days straight without a break isn't a dealbreaker. Some of you reading this know (or even are) people who've worked for weeks or months without a single day off.
It's the sheer amount of travel time per day that's starting to get wearing. Eighty-hour weeks (and even the more normal sixty-hour ones) suck when you're only actually getting paid for two-thirds of those hours.
I'm finding myself nostalgic for the days when my office was a three-minute drive from home, or a leisurely half-hour walk if the weather permitted. :/
I wouldn't even mind half so much if I was doing something useful with that extra time instead of wasting it shuttling back and forth. As it is, I get to spend around sixteen unpaid hours a week driving through miles and miles of bloody Australia.
On the plus side, the beach near where I park is even more mind-bogglingly stupendously picturesque than the one I've taken pictures of before (including this one):
The minus side is that I rarely have the time or inclination to take the extra two minutes necessary to deviate along the new beach and actually view it in the morning, and by the time I finish work it's often near enough to sunset that the place doesn't look its mid-morning fresh best.
Working Saturday AND Sunday isn't the worst thing in the world, particularly if it's a once-off and Sunday is paid at double-time.
In fact, working twelve days straight without a break isn't a dealbreaker. Some of you reading this know (or even are) people who've worked for weeks or months without a single day off.
It's the sheer amount of travel time per day that's starting to get wearing. Eighty-hour weeks (and even the more normal sixty-hour ones) suck when you're only actually getting paid for two-thirds of those hours.
I'm finding myself nostalgic for the days when my office was a three-minute drive from home, or a leisurely half-hour walk if the weather permitted. :/
I wouldn't even mind half so much if I was doing something useful with that extra time instead of wasting it shuttling back and forth. As it is, I get to spend around sixteen unpaid hours a week driving through miles and miles of bloody Australia.
On the plus side, the beach near where I park is even more mind-bogglingly stupendously picturesque than the one I've taken pictures of before (including this one):
The minus side is that I rarely have the time or inclination to take the extra two minutes necessary to deviate along the new beach and actually view it in the morning, and by the time I finish work it's often near enough to sunset that the place doesn't look its mid-morning fresh best.