I have just finished my third week of five-day-a-week work and I know with confidence that I will not be doing this again. For one, I already have plans next weekend --- heading down next Friday for the Rally to Restore Sanity and Keep Fear Alive --- which since they involve seeing bunny_hugger means I won't be chased off of them. For another, boy, it's hard doing five days a week. Yes, I know normal people have no trouble, but it's not for me.
The job starts too early in the day, for one, and it's too far a commute, and while I have actually spent the last month engaged mentally with the job --- and making remarkable progress --- it's not the work I want to do. I want to be paid, ideally, for blogging about my grand strategy games. If that fails, there's teaching, or writing as equivalent to teaching. Going in to do computery stuff has left me in despair about what I'm letting my life be filled with. Oddly, being so engaged throughout this kind of makes it worse: it's easier to imagine myself falling into a trap where I can't get out of this sort of job, even if I go to a company that works more nearly on my schedule.
Fortunately, I believe that the specific task my boss wants me in five days a week for is resolved; while he's got some new ideas, I also know that those can be done in very short order. Yes, this may sound like famous last words, but before leaving work today I was able to explain the one thing I don't know how to do to him, and it clearly fired his imagination, so there's a chance he'll figure it out for himself by the time I get in Monday. And I'm not working next Friday, period.
Trivia: The 1888 Edison company report showed central station orders for 44,000 electric lights for the year. Westinghouse's company showed 48,000 lights ordered for October 1888. Source: Empires Of Light: Edison, Tesla, Westinghouse, And The Race To Electrify The World, Jill Jonnes.
Currently Reading: The Secret History Of MI-6: 1909 - 1949, Keith Jeffery.