Monday is the day of reckoning.
Everything that you meant to get done on Satur… Sunday and didn’t hits you at once. How you handle it, in a way, defines you. Do you panic and fail to accomplish anything? Or do you panic and get everything done? Or maybe you’re a cool bastard who takes a deep breath and gets to work.
I know that the last choice is what I strive for. Generally speaking, there is never so much work that it can’t get done well and on time when I start on Monday. Unfortunately, pressure and I don’t work well together, so I’m usually fighting for a middle ground between the first two.
What I don’t understand, though, are the people who choose option four – intentionally not doing any work on the weekend to build the stress. “I can’t work without that pressure. The pressure makes it better.” Seriously? If I have less than 12 hours, I can barely string two words together. I think the problem is the general life view. Maybe these are the people that are totally spontaneous, that fly away for a weekend with an hour’s notice, that say exactly what they think when they think it. And I just don’t get that either.