Sometimes it takes more effort to avoid work than it takes to do it. But sometimes itís worth the effort.
If Iíd paid attention to all the faxes I got this morning (many of which arrived before I even got out of bed), I could have worked all day and been no better off than I am right now, having slacked off all afternoon. As usual, it would have been a mistake to start working on the first strange request I got from the Boss, because within half an hour heíd changed his mind and decided to veer off in an entirely contrary direction.
He always says, ďI donít expect you to work on this on the weekend,Ē but if I donít work on it on the weekend, when am I going to work on it? Itís something completely out of line with the day-to-day tasks I need to complete to keep the company running. The only extra time during the week is early in the morning before Iím awake, or late at night after Iím worn out.
But I couldnít face it today, and as I said, Iím not sure it would have useful to dive into a new project on a Saturday. I like to save my Saturdays for unwinding. I donít mind working on Sundays quite as much, because I need to start winding myself up for the week to come anyway. That being the case, I might as well get something done while Iím at it.