Saturday. I've just finished my second twelve day working week this month. I'm not enjoying it.
I have this weekend off and then I start the third 12 day week in a row.
Why am I doing this? I don't really know. In theory I'm working weekends because we are nearing the end of a major IT project and everyone - including me - wants the project to succeed.
That's the theory.
The reality is I do want the project to succeed but I wasn't convinced before we started this last push that working 12 days in a stretch was a good idea.
There's a reason God gave us one day off in seven. Any time I spend a weekend on a DIY project I regret it the following week.
Apparently the Soviet Union experimented with 5 and 6 day weeks; the French experimented with a 10 day week for several years; Mayans appear to have had a 20 day week.
I'm sure I've read several stories where different working weeks have been proposed. A quick search turned up Colin Walls blog where he proposes an 8 day week
In my late teens I worked shifts and essentially worked a ten day week for a couple of years: five days of 12 hour shifts and then five days off. I still think that was a pretty good system though the first couple of days after my shifts ended I wasn't good for much.
I'm fairly sure I would have been more productive working a series of six day weeks over the past month but it was not to be.
How do you cope with changes to your working pattern?
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