When your job isn’t your dream job (let’s face it, how many people do you know who love their job?), from the second you start your day on Monday, you tend to count down the minutes to Friday. It’s something I’ve spent the last 12 years doing. And I’ve noticed, the older I get, the faster the week goes (What the hell, it’s Friday already? Woo hoo!).

By my reckoning, at current speed, by the time I’m in my fifties, my work week should be passing by so fast that it will travel faster than the speed of light. I’ll go to work on Monday morning, blink and it will be Friday again. So basically I’ll be stuck in a constant loop of weekends until I retire.

Couple of notes on this:

1. On the one hand this is fantastic, I’ll hit fifty and spend every day relaxing and partying until I’m 65, work won’t really exist since the time I’ll spend doing it will pass in the blink of an eye.

2. On the other hand, this is awful. Instead of having 7 day weeks I’ll only have 2 1/2 day weeks. Little bit of maths here (and I’m going to ignore leap years, lest my brain completely melt):

• If you’re 50 and you’ll retire at 65 and there are 7 days per week, 365 days per year: Then that means you have 5475 days of living to do from 50 to 65 (365 x 15 = 5475). Not bad at all.
• However, if you’re 50 and you’ll retire at 65 and there are only 2.5 days per week (and 52 weeks per year): Then that means there are only 130 days per year and you’ll only have 1950 days of living to do from 50 to 65 (2.5 x 52 x 15 = 1950). Well that sucks!

So the way I see it, there’s only one solution: Quit your job right now. Go on, it’s the only way to stop the downward spiral of fast forwarded time.
Quit your job, head off to the pub and relax. That’s exactly what I’m going to do, so I’ll meet you there for a pint. Oh and could you buy me a beer? I’m budgeting, this last paycheck has to last me a loooooong time.