I’m about to begin my first four-day weekend in nearly three years. The joy of working on a daily newspaper is such that we work most public holidays.
I work every third Sunday, in lieu of which I have Monday off eight days later, ie a three-day weekend. But four days in a row has been reserved for annual leave.
This weekend is an exception. Good Friday is one of our two statutory holidays. My Monday RDO happens to coincide this year with Easter.
I had worked the previous two years on Good Friday to finish the paper, but this year that isn’t necessary.
I never took those into consideration. Several months back our local paper advertised an opening for a part time reporter and I dabbled with the idea of it. The idea of working that close with a deadline scared me. I work well under pressure, but I don’t enjoy it so much.