Loss of the weekend...

I must say of all the random side-effects of 'taking a break', this one was completely unanticipated for me - I have lost my WEEKENDS!!! :(

Its true - since everyday sort of is like a weekend, i started off with the feeling of waking up on a sunday morning everyday.. the euphoria lasted only a few weeks, when i started realising that the thrill of a friday was gone from my life.

I used to be someone with a fixed smile on my face on fridays - just with the happiness of the 2 day holiday looming ahead. Guarded my weekends very zealously - people who worked with me knew that it better be serious enough for me to called on a weekend with anything!! Sleeping late on a saturday morning used to make me smile with just the thought of it...

Yet there's one thing i dont miss... the sheer depression that used to start looming large with the sunday evening approaching... :)

Now when i read friend's updates on TGIF - my mind goes.. "hmmm, well yes... but... so?"

Overall - I miss you my dear dear weekend! As and when i go back to work, you shall make a grand re-entry into my life... who knows, if i miss you too much, you might even be a reason to start the search earlier!!! ;)

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