Everybody’s Working for the Weekend…
Everybody’s working for the weekend. I remember when this song came out in the 80’s and feeling really depressed. I mean it’s a killer song but the idea of Everybody Working for the Weekend just conjured up a lot of negative emotion for me.
I’ll be honest, I’m not 100% Sure what the intention behind the song is, but the Title Always comes up in my head as the weekend approaches and I sit back and remember hating life when I was working in a job I despised but because of my circumstances, I had to Tolerate it.
Ok So what inspired Me to Write This Post about ‘Everybody’s Working for the Weekend?”
So it’s June 1st 2012 and it’s Friday.
The Barrage of TGIF’s are flying all over Facebook and I can’t help but have a sad feeling about it.
I mean, maybe it’s just me, but I don’t wanna live my life just hanging on to looking forward to this one elusive day of the week that never seems to get here quick enough, and is gone before you know it.
(Quick DJ, change the Track to …)
Just another Manic Monday.
Cuz you know Monday is around the corner and the comments will start to change to..’Dang, I Hate Mondays, I just hope this day is over fast’…
I guess I’m feeling kinda introspective today, and this Blog Post is bound to offend some people, but it is what it is.
I remember the days of living my life, stuck in a routine I absolutely hated.
It looked like this.
- Wake up at 6:30 in the Morning.
- Sit in 60 Minutes bumper to bumper traffic to get to a Job I totally hated.
- Get into the office greeted by a dirty look from my boss because I was usually a minute or two late. (Sorry Boss, Traffic Sucks!)
- Typing up some construction proposal at 8AM in the Morning, thinking to myself, “You know, this just isn’t ‘Natural’… Here I am Typing some proposal when I should really be sleeping in my warm cozy bed’…
- Lunchtime was 30 Minutes, and most days I had to scarf my lunch down at my desk WHILE answering the phones (what a break right?) because my boss refused to have the answering service on during lunch, so someone had to answer the phones while the receptionist was on break.
- 5 O’Clock would roll around but my schedule ended at 5:30. I was like a Pavlov Dog drooling, waiting anxiously for the clock to strike on the 6 hand so I could get the hell out of there… Not that I was going anywhere fast because I had to sit in, yea, you guessed it, more rush hour traffic on the way home. What was normally a 15 Minute drive became a 60 Minute Hour of Pure Torture trying to get home at a decent hour.
- Get home around 6:30 or 7PM and figure out something to eat.
- Greet my tired husband, exchange a few updates… usually relating to complaining about how crappy work was and how broke we were.. and then going to sleep.
Then do the same thing over and over and over again like Ground Hog Day for the next 4 Days.
No wonder I was Desperate for the Weekend to get here! And so I can understand the mindset that goes behind it.
But one day, something changed.
I got pregnant with my first son.
I’ll never forget.
It was December 11, 1999 and I took a pregnancy test on the day of my Company’s Christmas Party.
And it Was positive.
I was excited, Nervous, Scared to death but absolutely exhilerated that I was one step closer to achieving one of my lifelong dreams and that was to become a Mom.
Not just a Mom, but a Super Mom.
A Mom that would be there for my kids and watch them grow and be an integral part of their daily lives.
I didn’t wanna miss a thing.
And then a Defining Moment occurred in My Life that Changed my outlook on ‘working for the weekends’ FOREVER.
The BOSS Who Hated My Baby
Ok so maybe he didn’t HATE my baby, but he sure didn’t appreciate the fact that I was Pregnant.
I’ll never forget the day that I was standing by the Fax Machine, sending out a Construction Bid, and I remember being really hungry. I began to do, what most pregnant women do and started to Rub My Belly.
My Boss, I guess happened to notice, so he came up to me, ( I was 6 weeks pregnant at the time) and he asked me..
“So…Are you still in that phase where something can happen to the baby?”
I replied ” huh?, what do you mean?”
He asked, ” You know, are you still in that phase where you can have a miscarriage or something?”
I was completely Puzzled, confused and appauled at why he was asking me this question..
‘Uhm, yea, I guess I can still technically have a miscarriage, but I sure hope you are not wishing it on me!”
And he kinda laughed and said, ” I mean, Come on, Do you REALLY Want that Baby?”
My heart completely Sank.
That was a Defining moment for me, and although at that moment I was completely Disgusted by My Boss and was absolutely horrified and offended, I had to shut my freaking mouth and kinda shrug it off with a hypocritical ‘ ha, ha, ha’…
Because I could not Afford to Lose My Job.
But as horrible as a moment as that was, it is one of the moments I am most grateful about in my entire Life because that was the moment that, in my mind, I decided that I would NEVER, EVER Allow someone to dictate how I would live out my life.
I could go on and tell you about the time he made me cancel my Doctor appointment in the 36 week of my pregnancy but that would just piss me off to think about it all over again.
The Point is this.
That moment was the moment that I RESOLVED in my mind that I was going to take control of my life and I was going to stay home with my baby.
I had 2 Choices.
- I cannot tell you how many people told me that I would never be able to do it.
- That I should just go back to work and put my baby in a daycare
- Or that I should work part – time and have my mom take care of him (that was not going to happen for sure!)
And if you are ready to start planning your own escape from the rat race, and want to see how I currently make my living from home click here now: