I love my job, I hate my job, I work only for money, I need promotion... whatever category you fall in, there is always Sunday Evening Syndrome(SES).
Nobody, doing job or did it at some stage, need any explaination to this. With each passing moment after late afternoon, this syndrome starts growing on you. There is this feeling, you just want to skip the time and fast forward to Monday morning. Its like, the sight of doctor holding injection is more painful than actual act.
One can feel this more strongly in US than in India, at least I did. Saturday is more fun than sunday and friday night was the best. One has the liberty to take the risk of spoiling it. Saturday is always there to make up for it.
One might argue that, this is applicable to only those who dont enjoy the job. I doubt. Everyone goes through SES. This has nothing to do with the Job. One always enjoy the activity more if there is holiday on the next day. So great was the effect that till now,even as a employer, I always make sure that whenever we go for outing, there is holiday next day. Enjoyment level is high and one get good rest.
Going back to those days, whats the solution?
After lot of trial and error, we found the best solution (of course for us) worked out to be wine party starting at 6 pm. So now we had something to look forward to, all through afternoon. Guys, this is certainly the best way to beat the SES, drink wine. Now why wine? because you already have everything on friday and saturday. Wine somehow sounded decent on sunday evening.
Anyway, we had great time.(Has anyone heard other thing apart from this for weekend activity in US?).
No, seriously we had great time. We learned lot of things which I doubt that I could have ever learned. Like, reason to toast, there is PhD in wine tasting, one can tell the details of grapes by tasting wine. It was wonderfull to know that people actually drink for other reasons than getting drunk. There was no dearth of topics on sunday evening with wine. We sounded more academic and scholarly in these discussions (I am comparing this to saturday night). It could range from engineering to medicine to astronomy to economics to politics to sport to films to phylosophy and others which obviously I cant mention here. It also helped to know each other in better way. The end used to be little bit unpleasant over the topic of cleaning the place. Worst part, it always used to be at our apartment.
But overall the sunday evening was more pleasant with this way. The time just flew and fast forwarded to Monday Morning.
Nobody, doing job or did it at some stage, need any explaination to this. With each passing moment after late afternoon, this syndrome starts growing on you. There is this feeling, you just want to skip the time and fast forward to Monday morning. Its like, the sight of doctor holding injection is more painful than actual act.
One can feel this more strongly in US than in India, at least I did. Saturday is more fun than sunday and friday night was the best. One has the liberty to take the risk of spoiling it. Saturday is always there to make up for it.
One might argue that, this is applicable to only those who dont enjoy the job. I doubt. Everyone goes through SES. This has nothing to do with the Job. One always enjoy the activity more if there is holiday on the next day. So great was the effect that till now,even as a employer, I always make sure that whenever we go for outing, there is holiday next day. Enjoyment level is high and one get good rest.
Going back to those days, whats the solution?
After lot of trial and error, we found the best solution (of course for us) worked out to be wine party starting at 6 pm. So now we had something to look forward to, all through afternoon. Guys, this is certainly the best way to beat the SES, drink wine. Now why wine? because you already have everything on friday and saturday. Wine somehow sounded decent on sunday evening.
Anyway, we had great time.(Has anyone heard other thing apart from this for weekend activity in US?).
No, seriously we had great time. We learned lot of things which I doubt that I could have ever learned. Like, reason to toast, there is PhD in wine tasting, one can tell the details of grapes by tasting wine. It was wonderfull to know that people actually drink for other reasons than getting drunk. There was no dearth of topics on sunday evening with wine. We sounded more academic and scholarly in these discussions (I am comparing this to saturday night). It could range from engineering to medicine to astronomy to economics to politics to sport to films to phylosophy and others which obviously I cant mention here. It also helped to know each other in better way. The end used to be little bit unpleasant over the topic of cleaning the place. Worst part, it always used to be at our apartment.
But overall the sunday evening was more pleasant with this way. The time just flew and fast forwarded to Monday Morning.
As a member of the wine party, I unequivocally agree with you. I think the wine club was more about fueling our grey cells than killing the liver cells. It was more about the people, the topics and the discussions (and the famous 'Daal Fry') than the wine. Never have I enjoyed arguments (and arguing) more. It used to fun to argue, beating (verbally) the opposion and even getting battered. There were several participants in the wine club who never even touched wine, and several others who came sniffing wine and never came back again because the wine club was just too intellectual for them. But it did work for us to keep SES off our minds.
ReplyDeleteAs you correctly pointed out, SES was (is) not about whether you like your job (or whatever activities that you do during weekdays). It was (is) about feeling of going back to the same routine on Monday. You toil all week to achieve certain things. Sometimes you succeed sometimes you don't. But when you get that weekend to wind down, to recharge, to buckle up; you feel like holding on to it forever. And the funny thing is you hold on to it so tight that with every passing moment it slips a little from you. Just like the sand that slips our of your fist when you consciously try to hold on to it. And soon you are vexing about Sunday evening instead of enjoying it.
Then you need something to keep you from the ensuing depression. We found a perfect antidepressant in form of the wine club (thanks to the visionary Father, Peace be upon him). Those intensely intellectual meetings certainly helped our grey cells to break out the vicious grip of Sunday evenings and wine proved to the best catalyst to propel the otherwise gloomy evenings towards more lively times. And I have a feeling here that you might have found your wine club again. You are dwelling in the intellectual meetings with yourself by tracking your mind and this blog is the perfect catalyst to propel your thoughts to a more vibrant level. Keep tracking your mind, keep searching for the answers to those eternal questions and more importantly, please keep blogging. Because through your musings, we, the followers of your blog, will keep gaining a drop or two of the nectar that you seek.