What is a weekend? For children its a chance to run around, play with friends, maybe go visit grandma, and generally just enjoy freedom from school.
And then you grow up... I don't remember a time when I wasn't either doing work, or feeling guilty that I wasn't doing work on a weekend since I was about 15. A lot to do with my workaholic nature I imagine. But all the time when I was working away writing essays and designing schemes I couldn't help but look forward to a time in the future when weekends would become a time of freedom again. And now I'm free!!! I have that freedom that I so badly craved, so much freedom in fact that my whole life is basically a weekend; the house being emptier being the only real indication of it being a weekday.
But then yesterday evening, I found myself feeling guilty, I am more free than ever but that guilt still follows me around. I had done nothing with my weekend apart from help my mother pick out a new carpet for the living room... Well, to my surprise the freedom I wanted so badly is more stressful than education, even the final months of sleep deprication, pressure and tears, ever was. Unemployment doesn't have a deadline, there isnt a definite end in sight to look forward to. It is a constant battle to stay motivated and keep your hope up. So now, a weekend of doing little more than getting showered and dressed, seems like the ultimate sin because I could be looking for a job, or at least doing something productive to better my chances of success.
Who would have ever thought that through all the hard work to get to where I am today, unemployment would ultimately be that hardest thing I would ever have to do??? Oh to be a carefree child again, when I could be a nerd and do maths at weekend because I enjoy it, not because I have to do it... And run around with friends, of course 
