As evidenced in my last post, I was already aware how a change in jobs would require me making certain adjustments. What I did not expect was not being able to handle a normal, Saturday+Sunday weekend. Oh, I know now.
When you’re a sports writer, you tend to work while the rest of the world is at play, so my weekends rarely happened at the actual end of the week, and they hardly came with two days off in a row. During football season, my “days off” were typically Friday and Sunday, but I pretty much worked seven days a week. During basketball season, my days off were sort of anything goes — like, say, Tuesday and Friday.
So not counting my four-day stretch of unemployment last week that came with a trip to Memphis, this weekend was my first with two days off in a row on traditional weekend days. And like a kid in a candy shop, I could not control myself when it came to eating, drinking, shopping and compulsive couch sitting. My weekend consisted of the following:
- Purchasing a new iPad (for workish purposes)
- Eating lots of extremely decadent sushi on Friday night
- Passing out from decadent sushi overload
- Eating a very large unhealthy breakfast on Saturday morning.
- Giving the sister-in-law a tour of the local university, where she’ll be attending in the fall. Walking, a lot.
- Polishing off a meal at my favorite restaurant (among the Modern Love Machine, the Modern sis-in-law and myself, I was the only one to finish my meal).
- Eating pita chips for dinner on Saturday proceeded by drinking about four glasses of wine and a cocktail.
- Seeing 3 a.m. on Sunday
- Getting up at 8 a.m. Sunday for Easter Mass
- Eating chicken and waffles for Easter brunch
- Spending five hours on the couch watching the Masters
- Staying up late to finish homework that I neglected all weekend.
chicken and waffles, chez liberty, knoxville
Yeah, this may not sound like a lot to some of you who do this on a regular basis, but going from zero to 60 is not the smartest idea when it comes to weekend indulgence. I sort of screamed at my clock radio this morning when it popped on (and then screamed again when I discovered it’s pledge drive week at the local NPR station). It took about three cups of coffee and an Advil to get me going this morning. I’ve met many tasks at work today with a “this is making my head hurt.”