For me, weekends are no different than weekdays. I usually wake up at the same time on weekends as on other days, so that cancels out the advantage of sleeping late on weekends (which is why other people love weekends). My schedule is exactly the same weekend or not — sometimes I go to office on weekends, sometimes I choose not to go to work on work days if I don’t feel like it 😛 (jangan jeles).
Now, with all the jobs piling up in the office, office hours are not optional for me anymore (as it was throughout 2009, when there were little to do in the office). That said, I am usually at my most productive at home, on my bed — since I have all references around me and I seem to work faster when I am relaxed. That is why I support telecommuting (work at home). Kudos to the government for considering telecommuting for their staff. I read in a newspaper today that telecommuting is being implemented at JKR as a pilot project.
Coming back to weekends, I really don’t feel any different during weekends. After ASTRO, there is nothing to wait for on weekends since every weekend shows (e.g. CSI) will be reran on weekdays. Of course there are weddings and family gatherings, but those are few and far between. I usually go out for shopping, movies, eating out etc. on weekdays, not weekends, since there are smaller crowds and you don’t have to wait in a long line for anything. The problem is getting someone to go out with you since everyone is working. I usually stay home on weekends, doing things like writing my books, cleaning my room, or simply planning for the next work week. On my slackest weekends I would play computer games for hours.
This weekend I have two plans. To go to Melaka to meet my friend, and to go to Kota Baru to attend Aqla’s wedding. Aqla is a good friend from my INTEC days. We traveled together for a few months after we graduated in 2005. He graduated from University of Minnesota. At the beginning of the trip, he was supposed to fly in from Minneapolis to Boston, and meet me there. However, he missed his flight from Minneapolis to Boston. I waited for him in Boston, afraid that he might not able to make the connection (we were going to Milan, and there was only 2 hours between his arrival in Boston and departure to Milan). After I saw no trace of him at the Boston Airport, I decided to go back to the international flight section to check in to Milan and leave Aqla behind. After I got in the car to go to international check-in, I felt something inside me (sixth sense??). I told the driver to turn back, so I can make a final check of Aqla. Sure enough, he came out panicking the moment I decided to come back in the airport (he caught the next flight to Boston), and we both rushed to the Alitalia check in counter. We managed to check in on time, and enjoyed our flight to Italy. I have not seen Aqla for 4 years, so we spent the whole time chatting. I have not met him for many years after we got back from the trip. Can’t wait to see him this weekend. Congratulations Aqla!