It is currently 1:25pm - its is Sunday, and I am (obviously) sitting at my computer. I woke at 12:31pm, something unheard of in my life in the last 10 months - it felt so nice. A few months back, I became a lemmings and purchased an oh-so coveted iPhone. This phone, I am sad to admit, has since become such a major part of my life I cringe at the thought of forgetting it at home during the day while I work. It is my lifeline to the outside world, to my friends, to society who are all, when you think of it, doing the same thing I am - working. This morning when I woke, the first thing I did was reach to my headboard for said iPhone. Yes people, this has become my new morning ritual - wake up, and find out what's up on FaceBook or Twitter. Back to FB.
When I scrolled down my feed, I found my cousin had posted that she was "Working tomorrow, so not down" and that her friend had responded to her post indictating FML - she, too, was working on Sunday. I will readily admit that working on a Sunday isn't the most appealing thing one could do. However, the FML is extremely uncalled for, in my humble opinion. When I was their age, working on a Sunday was part of the deal. These days, with the economy being what it is, and there being fewer options for part-time work, or even full-time work for that matter, people, especially the "younger" generation should be happy to find jobs that aren't in the fast-food industry; though any job is good at this point in time. I was quite disappointed to see this post from my cousin. For me, a job meant having spending money, moving into the adulthood part of my life, and above all, monetary freedom. It meant I no longer needed to rely on some petty allowance from my parents - I finally had my own money, with which I could do what I pleased for the most part. It meant I could start planning for my future, but it also meant I was now someone who was employable. It meant I had skills that people could seek out in me, and it was an opportunity for me to learn something new, something I could excel at. And, it meant sometimes I would have to work on Sundays.
I now work full-time at a job I probably enjoy less than the part-time job I had when I was in university. I make more money, but you know what? When it's crunch time, I still work Sundays! And when I work Sundays, I don't have the opportunity to work with people, I get to sit at home with a laptop and pray that I get the work done before I get distracted. ALL jobs suck at one point in time or another - no matter how much you love what you do, there are always a few downfalls - but you have a job! Be happy that you have one! And also remember that some people, they work every Sunday because their job is such that they have to - that is the only job they can have, and there is a good chance that their money goes to supporting a family - not funding a Saturday night bender with friends, or a trip down south.
So my message to today's somewhat jaded youth - if you want Sundays off, keep going to school and working the part-time jobs with Sunday shifts. And if you make it REALLY big in today's world, then don't be so quick to push Sunday work days out of your mind - those who make it big work hard all the time, including Sundays. And finally, working on a Sunday, in Canada, in the winter no less, really isn't that bad - if you're going to spend the entire day inside lounging around, you might as well be inside making money, no?
My deep thoughts for this Sunday...Now, I am off to go enjoy some football and junk food, because THIS Sunday, I don't have to work. I did say THIS sunday - next week could be a different story.
-Milie B.
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