Want to make a Friday weekly gathering effortless, I have a plan

Everyone Secretly Hates Going Out, Study Says | VICE | United Kingdom

First, the problem is not too little R&R time but too much. 

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Want to make a Friday weekly gathering effortless, I have a plan

Everyone Secretly Hates Going Out, Study Says | VICE | United Kingdom

First, the problem is not too little R&R time but too much. 

There where three times in my life when I was completely busy, one was my last year in college, and the second was my first year in law school. My last year in college, I averaged 24 credit hours per term, and I was on the student Senate, Executive Senate, the primary budgeting committee - the Student Fees committee, and the secondary budgeting committee - the Educational Activities committee, as well as the University Presidential Search and Interview committee. 

My days were about 14-15 hours with studying, and so Friday evenings were sacrosanct, my roommate/brother and I threw a party each and every Friday. Then on Sundays we prepared dinner, and threw a party for my great aunt, and our girlfriends. Sacrosanct!

Another time this happened it was a bit more ad hoc but it happened for the same reasons. I worked 45 hours per week (7:00 am -5:15 pm) and went to law school evenings (6:00 pm - 9:00 or 10:00 pm every night except Friday with Wednesday off) my first year of law school. I needed the time Wednesday evenings, and 15 hours on Saturday, and 15 hours on Sunday to prepare for class. On Friday, class ended at 8:00 pm and about 20 of us went out for beer, pool, blather, and the only shot at relaxation I would have all week.

The third time was even more regimented. I worked in industrial demolition, my shift as a Crew Chief was 13 hours per day, 7 days per week, the job lasted 16 months. I had about a 35-40 minute commute. Pretty much every day after work, a large group of us would hit a local bar, order a couple of beers and a burger, and blow off steam for an hour, then head home, shower, sleep, and do it all over again.

I did this one other time, when working at the Boise Cascade St. Helens paper mill I spent one summer working 7 days per week, 12 hours per day. It resulted in a group of us hitting morning happy hour for screwdrivers, bacon, and eggs.

The more free time on your hands the more difficult it is to schedule Friends-hour-hangout-session, the less the easier.

I am glad I am retired.