Living for the Weekend

Most people utter 'TGIF' as they wake up on a Friday morning.  It's the last time for 2 days that you will have to get up and do a clothes scramble in the dark or face traffic queues or just face actually having to do some work. It's fantastic.  After slogging hard for 5 days with only a couple of hours to call your own on a night, you're about to have two lovely stress-free days off.

But is that really true?

I tend to live for a Friday - have a drink or two, have a takeaway, enjoy some TV and laughter with your friends.  But it's just dawned on me how little I use my time.  For instance, drinking inevitably leads to a hangover.  And so Saturday is spent being a recluse in bed, with the TV on and nursing a headache.  So what do I have to show for a Saturday? Nothing.  Having spent all Friday night's sleep in a drunken haze which, to me, means not a good nights sleep, I go to bed early on a Saturday and wake up midday on Sunday.  Now Sunday's are always fantastic TV days again.  Wake up to The OC, wack on some T4 before whiling the afternoon away by dunking into a good book, hot chocolate by the side and waiting for the Sunday night TV to start which almost always means a good film premiering on some network channel.  But looking at that I've literally spent my entire Sunday lying in bed again.  The only blissful thing is that my hangover's gone but I'm now drunken with too much sleep and feel restless and tired at the same time and unable to put my head down come night time.

So my weekend consists of doing nothing.  Which is how everyone likes it right?  Wrong.  I could do with a hobby, something to keep me distracted and actually having something to show for it.  My main motivation for working so much is that working means you're actually doing something and when you're actually doing something you have money to show for it and plenty of stories to tell others about.  You don't seem boring.  However, I can't go into work on Monday and regale all the stories from my weekend as there isn't actually anything to tell.  And that's quite depressing.

Even those who are more proactive on a weekend probably find themselves doing tedious family stuff such as the weekly shop which is impossible to do in a morning these days.  Not when you need to price compare as the major supermarkets all conveniently placed next to each other wage their price war, so to buy a simple box of cereal in one shop often leaves you feeling robbed of a whole pound compared to the exact same box in the other shop.  Life's just unfair like that.  But then you'd usually get back and put your feet up to watch the television and the weekends football.  But that again, is not showing anything.  

I think it's time to come to the conclusion that we're all stuck in some kind of a rut and that we need to spice the weekends up to be able to justify uttering 'TGIF' every week.

Trouble is, how?