A couple weeks ago I was talking with a friend about how "vacation time" is just not complicated enough. There needs to be vacation time and family time and travel time. Because those three things are not all the same, and yet, you have to take vacation to do any of them, and therefore, somehow, people expect you to return refreshed despite the chances being very slim that you actually were only sleeping in and reading novels the whole time.
Today was Saturday, and I spent most of the day at work. But I was doing "Saturday work". And in fact, I was doing two different kinds of Saturday work.
We had an actual Saturday thing going on where we walked around the neighborhood with doorknob flyers to invite everyone to our dedication service next week. So that was "real work" though of the Saturday quality, which means I got to wear jeans and a t-shirt.
But the rest of the day, I spent tidying my office. (HALLELUJAH!!! PRAISE JESUS!!! It was really a mess. There was mail in my inbox from 2009.) This is something that has needed to happen for ages, but it's not something I can effectively get done during the week. Because there are too many interruptions and too many other things that are seemingly more important.
But since it's Saturday, I'm not supposed to be doing those other, more important things. So I had the time to tidy my office.
Now, the thing is__the messier one's office gets, the more vital tidying it becomes. I suppose you could say my office reached a critical point where it became worth it to use "time off" to clean it. But shouldn't it also qualify as work?
So work needs more categories, just like vacation does. Because life is complex. I'm not complaining. I just like to be precise.
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