To work on Saturdays is as much fun as peeling peas from their pods is. No matter how you look at it Saturdays are the other half of weekends, Sundays are incomplete without Saturdays. Getting up on Saturday is the most frustrating thing, especially if you have to make it to work after breakfast. When the roads are empty because everyone’s sleeping in, it just makes you more bitter than you were when you woke up.
Half-days do take the edge off of working Saturdays, so does coffee, it’s all you can do to see the day through. I have to remind myself that I don’t have to be there all day. The lack of a lunch box in my bag tells me that things will go well. It’s not easy and it needs a fair amount of determination to pack your laptop in the morning and get on your way. Not that I haven’t had working Saturdays in the past, but I don’t like them now any more than I did then.
People have told me that working Saturdays builds discipline. I disagree with that, it makes me hostile, angry and also signifies that an organisation is pulling more work out of me than they should be allowed to. But we workers are smarter, we’ll use Saturday as an excuse to go in and resolutely do little work because we want to emphasise to our employers that we’re still going to chill on Saturdays no matter what their expectations may be.
I sat at work today on a Saturday and I’ve never felt less productive in my life. That’s partly because we finished the week’s work during the week, and Saturdays are only for reviewing everything and setting a target for the next week. In school when they called us on Saturdays they forced us to learn, of course, we’d daydream, but we’d still have to keep our eyes open. At work, you’re left to your own devices and they expect you to keep yourselves busy, you know because you tricked them into believing that you’re an adult. The temptation that comes with working on laptops is to open YouTube and continue watching cat videos. You know it’s unprofessional but you’re willing to come up with excuses for doing nothing than to actually do something useful.
I don’t want to sound like I do no work, I mean we’ve achieved what we were supposed to and beyond that, there’s no point. Sitting at work I am thinking of the ideal Saturday. Living off of your daydreams is dangerous. But you’re desperate for some distraction. When I feel like I am losing it, I write a bit of poetry just to keep myself interested in the work environment. It’s fuel to keep me going. The reason why working on Saturdays makes me a little on edge is the fact that all the load of the weekend lands on poor old Sunday’s shoulders. The weekend truly feels incomplete without it.
I know for a fact that no one likes to come into work on Saturdays, but still, the people who don’t like the idea are also the ones who decide that a sixth working day is a good thing. I don’t how they come to these wild conclusions. I now understand how employees feel, I am an intern, in none of my internships before I’ve had to work on Saturdays and neither have the full-time employees. That’s a good work culture. What’s the point of trying to be productive on a decidedly unproductively day?
It’s another thing that I come from a free and fluid career background. The 9 to 5 working day has never been my thing. I stand on that really vague and thin line between Marxism and Anarchy, thus, to expect me to sit in one room every day for six hours or more is just ridiculous. I did it when I was younger because I didn’t get a choice and my parents were paying the institution not the other way round. Not anymore though. I should be given an award for doing so right now. But I also feel like a sell out to my kind. Yet, I believe that you should experiment with every option before you choose the one that’s correct for you. Each one has its pros and cons. I don’t want to be one of those people who judge without knowing.
Experience is everything when you want to make decisions. Experience I believe will make me a better writer too. I don’t believe in those people who judge something without actually knowing what it is. I don’t mean just read and watch, put yourself out there, try the stuff you’d never try but obviously not something that will harm you permanently. When I was abroad I met so many people with misconceptions about my country but had never been to India. They were stitching stereotypes out of other’s opinions, newspapers, and movies. Of course, their point of view was harsh and sometimes full of pity and unnecessary amazement.
I don’t blame them for their lack of awareness, but you cannot tell me what my country is like when you’re getting it wrong and insist that you’re right. It’s fine if you’re getting it wrong but you should be open to being corrected. So yes, next time someone who works in a corporate setup meets me, before I say, “The capitalist system has messed up everything.” I will first say, “Hats off to you for being able to handle that world, and the working hours.” Then I will proceed to criticise capitalism.
I am working at an NGO, not a corporate but I have similar working hours. I work from 9 to 3 every day, it’s still not that much, but for someone whose office hours were once 11 to 4 without working Saturdays mostly attending events and conducting interviews, and in some jobs completely working from home, this is more time I have spent in an office than I have ever done. How long do you think I’ll last?