A Saturday's worth

I need to come in on Sat.

What is the big deal, you say?

Why am I so petty, you ask?

Yea, I am petty.

No, there is no big deal.

The point is, there is nothing wrong in itself--working on Sat. My previous work place required me to work on Saturdays too.

I am pissed because 1) it is not because I can't finish my work that I am coming in; 2) I am doing work which I find is demeaning.

Yes, perspectives change.

Perspectives change because of experience.

And yes I am sure, we may all be in one demeaning position or another. At one point in time.

The difference why we stick to it or we don't?

...Its worth.

But I guess, for me, at this juncture, amidst promises of better remuneration and whatever benefits but no career progression, I must be thankful for this exchange.

I have been praying for signs--should I go or do I stay?

I have made good friends here. And I must confess I will miss them fondly.

But...if you ask me,

coupled with the infringement of intellectual rights with no recognition,

having to slave my brain juices for something not worthwhile in my perspective,

and having to come back on Sat (this would have been a pull factor to stay, but now that it is infringed, where else is there?),

I think my mind is more or less made up.

You know. It is really not about whether I come back on Sat and then giving me a make-up on another weekday.

The fact is, a weekday and Sat, are they really comparable?

...

In your dreams, maybe.