Life complicates everything
Reunion in Washington, D.C., in 2005
It’s that time of the year again when my college friends and I plan our annual reunion. It’s always a great time to be had to spend with the Lovelies each summer. It’s also the time I remember that working for a newspaper is a 365-day job whereas most people have things called “weekends” which occur on days like Saturday and Sunday.
At my old job, I would have to sacrifice overtime and two to three vacation days in order to get the weekend off to go. I’d return to work with disgruntle co-workers who don’t like to work the weekends and get ticked for working on two of them in a year, whereas I did this 50 weeks a year.
But now with my Pennsylvania job, I’m adjusting to having an extra vacation week, but my weeks have to be taken during certain months of the year. Plus, there are more employees to compete with for time. So I have to juggle which shift someone is taking time off and when it will happen, who will fill in for that person’s spot and how would the desk look like.
It’s almost as though I must put something into an equation and get a result. I also realize how much we take weekends and holidays for granted. I mean, no one doesn’t want to get their newspaper delivered just because it’s Independence Day or something in that fashion. Nevertheless it’s a bit more flexible now and less back-breaking here.
What’s funny this year is that I’m taking that week off to visit every family member with the 400 or so miles I will travel. I just hope that they will be home. They have to tendency to go on vacation and not tell anyone.
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Rebecca
wow.. i didn’t realize working for a newspaper meant you had no weekends… i’m glad your job now allows you to have some time off!
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