View From the Bushes

This weekend is one of those that us poor corporate rats look forward to way too much: a three-day weekend. I mean, sure it's nice to have one more day, but do you really enjoy it any more? Mostly it's just an excuse to tackle the big projects at home. And then you're inevitably disappointed because your sense is that you have all the time in the world and in reality you have only one more day. Plus, there's the battle between Work Ross and Play Ross...

See, Work Ross is thinking, look at all this extra time, I'll be able to get caught up; I'll be able to get all this stuff that I've been putting off done; it will be the most productive weekend ever. And then Play Ross is saying with an extra day we can work and play. I mean, come on, Work Ross will still have plenty of time to get stuff done, but you have to be able to squeeze some play time in there; you've got a whole extra day. As a result, both Ross' are disappointed. I neither play, nor work as much as I would like. I do get in plenty of vacant staring into space and bitter self-recrimination.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
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