a fan of weekends. other than some golf courses actually giving lower green fee rates on those days, as the corporate golf monkey’s are charged more during the week, and F1 races on Sunday, i cannot find any real redeeming value of these two days.

back when i was doing more business with the Middle East, and hey, those days may come again, it was ok to have a weekend as their week really started on Saturday or Sunday depending, so, a 7 day work week was always in the offing.

today is one of those days. i am bored out of my mind. i am not at home, and even if i was, more likely than not i would be still bored, still fidgety, and still looking for something to do, and finding nothing.

a lot of people i know, most people probably, live for these two days. fuck me if i can find a reason why. the stores are crowded. the malls, restaurants, sidewalks, highways, well, the highways where i live are always packed, but that just speaks to how fucked up my home province/city is, and how utterly incompetent they are at road/traffic management.

at any rate, weekends, in a word; suck.

ok sure, you work 5 days a week, well, you put time in for those days, and you feel that you need a day off to, and i fucking hate this word, relax. you want to spend time with your family (if you have) and friends (again, if you have. i don’t, they cost too much) and do things that you cannot do during the week.

but, if you actually looked at every day, and managed your time, i bet you could find a way to have balance, and not really be focused on that whistle being blown at quitting time on Friday.

balance. funny that i am mentioning that seeing as how i have none. and to be honest, i cannot remember at time when i was actually able to balance my work and personal life. (A) because i had no personal life and (B) because, well, see (A).

would that i could, i would find that spot where i could stop, see where i needed to make changes, and effect them in my life. i could in all probability do that now, however, needs must, and i work when i work, don’t sleep when i know that i should be, and find myself having just got off a plane, getting back on one tomorrow for a 9+ hour flight, only to reverse that process a mere 4 days later. be nice if i had my own jet though. sigh. one day i’m sure. but if that does not happen, it doesn’t happen, and i do what i do, and continue to do so.

tell you one thing for free though, i will be glad to get home. funny though, when i was travelling more frequently, up and down to the States, and doing what i did then, i always would stand in my bathroom on the Friday, and tell myself, ‘one more sleep, you can do this’, and yet, once i did get back to my ‘life’ such as it was, i couldn’t wait to get back on the plane.

a friend once remarked to me, when i was sitting at the gate in Tampa, waiting to fly home, that i was back to where i belonged. on the move. working from trains, planes, airports, hotels, etc… she said that this is where i needed to be, and where i should be. i think that my current state of affairs, lends some credence to that statement, with the caveat, or proviso if you will, that sure, being on the go is nice, but sometimes it is just really cool to be able to sleep in your own bed for more than a week at a time. LOL.

at any rate, my Sunday is winding down, it being 6PM here, or 1800 in a time format that i like to use, and i think that i will wander about the grounds and get some fresh air.

until you grace me with your presence again,

as always, i bid you,

peace.